Morning Meditations on Goodbyes.

July 18, 2012
My rainy music
is Billie Holiday,
and Ella is for the sun.
George Shearing
and Gershwin for afternoons,
but the morning is for
is for searching
for those misplaced constellations
for those condensated dreams,
quickly evaporating.

Where are they?
The songs for sunsets on I5?
The song for morning boardwalks,
riverside boardwalks in the wet summer?
Where do you keep all of those melodies?
Where do they go when you sleep?
Is it my face
or my conversation
that you keep
stowed away with all your music?
Does it get stuck in your head-
does it disappear sometimes?

Don't be silly.
I can't unravel anybody.
I have never
unravelled anybody.
Don't look for me there, in Cleveland.
I'm not there
won't be there.
I have never unravelled
travel route ribbons or
lifted winds, the sifting
rhythms of goodbyes
and hello agains.

Today is not the day for brave lips.
Its more of a Billie Holiday sort of day.

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jetta.ckThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Feb. 2, 2013 at 4:43 pm
I liked this a lot! I think that you have a good decent most of the time, but sometimes the rhythm is a little bit inverted... that makes it hard to follow at rare times. I would just recommend reading and re-reading your poem out loud to ensure that the rhythm never twists. You've done a really great job otherwise!
PaigeStreet This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. replied...
Feb. 2, 2013 at 8:20 pm
Thank you! You have a really good point. Its been a while since I wrote this, and it could definitely use some revision based on your advice.
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