Jassy Melson
11-14-2010, 11:44 PM
The mail came quietly
as I was perched on a silent stone,
and I opened the snowy correspondence
with a gesture, as if to say "This happens every day."
Then I read the message my senses told me was unreal:
"We are happy to inform you that your poem..."
Through the weaving and the spinning
of the old world turning new,
I blinked with an unfamliar pain,
with a question: What am I supposed to do now?"
And during the following celebration
I lost still more faith in me;
and I wandered alone
through hallways and doors,
acknowledging the forced smiles,
lonely once more.
Dear fairweather people,
I've known you so long
but I think you've just seen me.
You've already shown what you feel--
it's so cold.
as I was perched on a silent stone,
and I opened the snowy correspondence
with a gesture, as if to say "This happens every day."
Then I read the message my senses told me was unreal:
"We are happy to inform you that your poem..."
Through the weaving and the spinning
of the old world turning new,
I blinked with an unfamliar pain,
with a question: What am I supposed to do now?"
And during the following celebration
I lost still more faith in me;
and I wandered alone
through hallways and doors,
acknowledging the forced smiles,
lonely once more.
Dear fairweather people,
I've known you so long
but I think you've just seen me.
You've already shown what you feel--
it's so cold.