Tuesday, December 12, 2006



Words to You

No words can gain
back that moment just
before I spoke dumbly
hurting you. Things
bearing hard on you—

And me, suddenly
completely useless in
ability, can not turn
the back walking away
back to me.



3 comments:

RC said...

I've come back to read this poem three or four times,maybe more,but it always seems to slip my grasp.I like it because it floats away like a butterfly slipping away from a chasing child.(I'm afraid that child might still be me.)

Jill said...

i love the back stuff at the end...

and the whole poem, yes!

Brian Boutwell said...

RC, if that isn't the case then you got something to worry about, but I know it is.

Thanks!!

Jill, thank you, too!