Above the Glass
I click on the smiling picture
of me from three weeks ago.
I refuse to take a photo now.
I look for the full moon—
for the direction I used to know—
but I am swallowed
by a sky gone black.
The doorway keeps making space.
There is a gravity in my chest now;
everything collapses toward it.
The moment you appear,
I sew my mouth shut.
My thumbs hover above the glass;
I open our thread and come undone.
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Jeremy, I can’t say why I love this so much but…. just a…
Oh!
A touch ” Above the Glass ”
Thanknyou for sharing.
“but I am swallowed
by a sky gone black.”
The weight packed in this is impressive. It encompasses the poem’s tone so well.
Second the shout out for “but I am swallowed/by a sky gone black”
Shew! “I open our thread and come undone.”
I agree with Pam! “I open our thread and come undone” really drove this piece home.
That really made the poem feel complete to me, thanks Eric!
“The doorway keeps making space” and all of the above tickle echoes of old pain unprocessed. Your poetry is a masterclass in steering straight at it, wrangling it on the page.
It’s impressive and impactful. Thank you for sharing.
‘It’s impressive and impactful.’
It makes me so proud to hear this, thanks Fanny!
My mother always said not to pull loose threads, but I never listened to her.
“The doorway keeps making space.” I love how this is alone and how you give us room to breathe throughout the poem.
Thank you for that feedback Sylvia.
Another good piece about grieving people who are still around in one form or another. The resistance before deciding to finally let go before the yawning darkness, the large doorway, swallows you completely. Very good.
Gorgeous poetry. Raw and honest. I feel a mood of being disoriented, off. Another part of me is thinking: I hope Jeremy’s endurance soon pushes him to a place of gorgeous happiness. (okay to say?)
I appreciate your concern Michele, thank you. I’m happy sharing my poems with you <3
This has some really intriguing (and beautiful and sad) imagery. I know the feeling of wanting to freeze yourself at a moment in time. I wonder if the metaphor could be extended where you’re both above and beneath the glass? I’m getting an image of a butterfly with supernova wings pinned in a display, for some reason. Just a thought! Thanks for sharing.
this is very ethereal and magical and drew me in.
Jeremy, I really liked the message in the second verse. Well done!