I’m always late, so the fact that this is being posted late probably should come as no surprise to you. I’ll let John Clellon Holmes speak for me: “It needs work, it needs help, but I have made more than just a valiant failure.” Take anything I write, and this is true. Especially here. I had ideas for this poem, but due to lack of time, energy, and not feeling particularly well, this is the best I can come up with without taking another week. Without further ado–
Word: Friction
Question: Who invited you?
Another good one out the door,
Name and face already lost
To join the denizens who came before
And soon another will take his place,
A John or Zach or Bram perhaps
His innocence soon to be laid to waste
For sweet-souled boys queue up in line
And as soon as all is well and good
And I am happy and you are mine
Doubt will shake, friction will crease
I’ll say it’s you, but know it’s me
I’ve always been good at catch and release
Very nice.
+JMJ+
Oh, this is sad. =(
But I must say that I love the way you answered my question! There really are some people who show up in our lives completely uninvited. Sometimes they’re welcome; sometimes they’re not. The question could imply either sentiment.
+JMJ+
And of course, I forgot to leave the link to my own poem . . .
http://shreddedcheddar.blogspot.com/2011/05/jmj-dozen-poems-with-room-for-more-read.html
this one leaves me sad. but good one ;-D
here’s me: first timer
http://vvb32reads.blogspot.com/2011/05/word-and-question-perfidy.html
I call this a valiant success!
And I finally have mine up…
http://salomeellen.blogspot.com/2011/05/word-and-question-12.html
Wooha! Here I come, panting but on time (I think). My humble submission, neither valiant nor (I hope) a failure As Yet Untitled.
Now, on to your little bit, my first thought was of the black widow, but of course she does not release her erstwhile lovers. Two things (or three) stand out to me. The name Bram is awesome. Sweet-souled boys are not often treated in poetry (though Bob Seger’s “Hollywood Nights” comes to mind), and the last four lines are just brilliant. Shoene getan.
I’ll admit, I don’t even recall what the time limit technically is. But hopefully I’m not too late! It’s just been a very busy month for me with things not-writing.
Here would be mine.
As for yours, a very nice application of friction (my word) although I find your poem rather depressing. Maybe just because I think it mirrors truth a little better than I’d like.