(2013)
In Loving Memory James F. Logue
I see words screaming for attention etched in the lines of your face Let me look closer
There is poetry in nature better left to be spoken wordlessly by the breeze
To put it simply each beat of your heart is a gift that I receive with the anticipation of a child at christmas
So much time passes without feeling a single thing that I think I would give anything
Everyone sees god in a different light but I was born without eyes
I see poems that need to be written scrawled in the shape of your smile and the lines of your face
Hope in another form but no fewer letters and I’ve been hoping for these past eight years so I’ll just keep on
Passion doesn’t arise from 12 point Times New Roman but rather from ink on one page and another
Everyday I lived out a song written just for you But you could
There seems to be a drought in my… but who knows if it is the cause or the result of the war raging within me
If I was once the tallest mountain your love was the wind that eroded me to nothing
I get my silence in five minute doses before the plane overhead brings me back to earth
I wrote this while thinking of you so I guess you could say this poem is eight years in the making
I write sharp words with a sharper knife on page after page of what might as well be the skin of my back
I say hello and you say nothing You may hear me you may even think of a response