alphabet poem

From the writing conference crop. In one of the workshops, a suggestion was to write a poem in which each line starts with the next letter of the alphabet. Inexplicably, I started with H. The poem finishes the alphabet from H then loops back upon itself, so that the end (G) leads to the beginning (H). And I skipped X, Y, and Z because... I'm not good enough for X yet. ^^



How dare you not walk through that door any more
I'm sitting here in the same place
Just writing about what could have been. The
kinetic motion of the pen makes me feel less
lonely somehow. I tell the page, not you, one thing:
My stray thoughts still turn to you
no matter what you did to me.

Obsessively I cling to the fragile, delicate
past, drawing out my memory so that the
quick agents of time will never blur a single thought.
Rage and joy can be diluted so easily,
simmering in the back of my mind until the finer
thoughts evaporate, leaving tired essences and
undercooked notions.
Violence and vitriol are
what I feel for you,
along with a shameful dose of envy.

Break my heart and leave me with a longing for
catharsis that won't go away, even when it
descends down into the dull ache of something missing, disguised as
everything, basically.
Falling unexpectedly from your
grace and the springtime carnival - now I can only ask