For Brandy: When he does not respond

His head is a ship

in a bottle

at sea

Do not expect a letter back

the pieces are small stacked into

each other’s shadows

The wound will not heal over

It isn’t about the dress I wasn’t wearing

but I borrow my body out

and hope for a

memory of that little boy

eating breakfast at an old wooden table.

hope for land legs

and bravery or at least

a loud voice

before the soul

gets lost at sea

All of the children get a little bit

forgotten

just enough

to turn to question marks

in small beds hugging

pillows instead of mothers

It is a tiny hope

and perhaps that is the problem

His body is a sailor’s

his hands always set to sea

he would cross the ocean

for a prospect

braving winds and beating rains

but a body freely given

a heart set before him

on a platter

will not move

the restless sailor

will not stir the wondering

sea

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About amyleighcutler

Writer, dancer, vagabond extraordinaire
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4 Responses to For Brandy: When he does not respond

  1. Pingback: Thursday Poets Rally Week 49 Fresh Poets 2 Explore Page (July 28-August 3, 2011) | Promising Poets' Poetry Cafe

  2. jennifaye says:

    I love the quiet sadness of the poem. “In small beds hugging pillows instead of mothers” are very powerful words.

  3. JaggedWriter says:

    This reminded me of time lost, and time spent hoping. Very beautiful and sad.

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