Friday, February 21, 2014

The Good Fridays (A Poem)

Before I fell in love
With triple lattes and the words of Rilke,
I fell into the world
Of his man-boy jawline,
Skipping high school choir dates
And the book-reading thrill
Of library hours so I could
Dream my days into a
Rainbow scope of movie theatre trysts,
An exchanging of knee-bangs
In stiff-backed chairs where
Time stood whisper thin
Between our hungry teenage lips.
Then the Valentine table linens,
Breathless pen-click of love letters,
We meant everything, but not really.
Between basketball game drama
And the dead-weight of a chemistry class
That broke my creative bones
Like a cracking tin roof
I lost him one afternoon,
His eyes not comprehending
The words to songs I loved,
him not understanding
My need to be known,
My Breakfast at Tiffany’s,
The thick universe of text I lived between,
My morning prayers to the great philosophers,
And me, always serving the doppleganger
By waiting for his Fridays.

Written for a prompt at Imaginary Garden with Real Toads.


  1. Great picture but I adore your poetry...wonderful imagery.

  2. This so perfectly sums up everything adorable and heartbreaking about teenagers in love.

  3. Arrghhhh!!!! This is exactly what I was talking The Knee-bangs, the love letters all the things that made love so much bigger in the moment than it really probably was. It filled the universe, there was no room for anyone else's love...but then, but then. Awesome piece of writing and super good take on the prompt. Thanks you for sharing and coming out to play today!

  4. wow, this is lovely.. all of it.. every image, every word..

  5. I would not want to be a teen again. Finding the books after losing the jaw line--now that's something. One day that experience and its tenderness will be in the books.

  6. The knee-bangs . . . oh yes, the love letters . . . teenage love in all its glory.

  7. Fantastic response to the took me quickly it gets to that moment of the suddenly uncomprehending eyes!

  8. Bravo you made a wonderful mix tape! Yes, you took us back to those days of trampled thick tangled heat!

  9. Magnificent stuff here, the narrative measured between excess and its refinement, the sense of holiness dirtied by what we all so painfully discover about the other's fleeting gaze. I don't think there's any way to read Rilke before Journey (or Frank Sinatra or the Beatles or Bruno Mars), and if there is, it probably doesn't count. If you ever get the chance, check out Anne Carson's monograph "Eros the Bittersweet". Love poetry is love's poetic.

  10. Reading this is like a trip back in time for me .... I love your poem!

  11. OH! THIS:
    "I fell into the world
    Of his man-boy jawline"

    YES. Goodness. So much to love here. My first visit. I'll be back.

  12. I agree with every ones comments - spectacular description of being / falling in love

  13. looking back ... we always seem so stupid falling in love... but then when it finally works out.. it's not really how it starts but how it continues.

  14. your close makes me think of the Cure song, friday I'm in love with you.... real sense of longing ~

  15. Love, it can hit hard...there are often mistakes make a long the way...I am getting too old to remember all of them. :) Great write!!


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