Jude Conlee's Poem-A-Day
Friday, August 16, 2013
Note:
This blog is going on indefinite but temporary hiatus for various
reasons, some of which involving other projects on which the writer must
now focus. The writer will start posting poems once again sometime in
the future.
Wednesday, August 14, 2013
97. It Shouldn't Be a Promise
It never
mattered how many
times
you could
repeat
my name, nor how
many
times I came upon hearing, but
it
mattered how you
said it,
whether I came willingly
or as a
promise is kept,
and whether
or not
any of
this was right.
Tuesday, August 13, 2013
96. does it matter
you know there are matters to
be discussed, things to
talk about; why
are you pretending them into existence
why does it matter then
be discussed, things to
talk about; why
are you pretending them into existence
why does it matter then
Monday, August 12, 2013
95. A Curious Thing, Fate
I’ve
never quite been one to
believe
in superstitions, least of all
the ones
people invent for themselves,
but
the
precise way our
lives
have wrapped around each other,
led on
by a series
of
coincidences has made me
consider
that
some
sort of foreign luck has made it so and
that we’ve
been
wishing
to some unknown spirits of
our own
design, and perhaps
maybe a
few
stars
aligned
in such a way so
that
we’d
tangle into them and into each other.
Sunday, August 11, 2013
94. A Failure
what a
[funny[ thing this is,
a house
that was meant
to burn (as
soon) as
built
and
that doesn’t really
take the blame for its bricks
and whose
architect
signed in the cornerstone
“anonymous”
Saturday, August 10, 2013
93. A Mends
We
could, you know, take any
chance
to make a/mend a
couple
passing fancies that we never
stretched
out [be]for[e]
Could you now, could you really
reconcile yourself with something
heretofore nonexistent?
{my, the
world’s an amazing place}
Thursday, August 8, 2013
92. isn't it
you know
even the stars in
the sky
couldn’t save you now not
even if
you asked them
and
promised them the entire sum
of your
potential
because
nothing really is going to
save you
now
nothing
you can look at or count on
it’s just you and the empty dark now
isn’t it
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