blackbird poets

this story could be about divorce,
but you are not a ghost, not yet.

you asked me what poets were–
it is the middle of the night
and there is a cheap hotel room
i cannot fathom myself into.

i smoked my first cigarette
the first time i saw you naked,
your lonely colors carved into arcs;
now, my hands are brittle
and your back is an expanse
i will write about
a year from here
where it wears thin
because poetry is for the birds
and i am not made to lead revolutions.

twenty one and imprinted,
i have learned to grovel.

—copyright Elizabeth Mathis, September 2014—
—This is a first line poem originally posted on my deviantart: http://betwixtthepages.deviantart.com/art/blackbird-poets-481211390 —

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6 thoughts on “blackbird poets

    • Mahgosh, I don’t know about that!? This whole piece is really sort of like plaigarism–I borrowed all the first lines from poems by a friend of mine (with permission) and put them into a different order. So…I wouldn’t gauge my talent on this piece. But thank you!

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