ISSUE #15: Wednesday June 29, 2011 -- Poetry

Here's another poem from Derek. Thanks so much. It's awesome.

Oh... a word of warning.

There's a word in it that might offend some of you.

Our apologies if it does but it's totally in context.

In the Posturing of Spring

The cherry blossom pedals spiralled
Into a directionless fall
As we made our way
Down to city hall
We walked into a crowd of people
Cheering on a call
For the lovers to kiss
As they walk out the church hall

 ...and the church bells...ring, ring, ring

In the posturing of spring

We stood at the side

The sun’s legs stretched over our faces
In a second hand moment
There was no trace
Of her tired young complexion
And the scars on my face
For Nothing that day
Could be put into place

And the church bells....sing, sing, sing

In the posturing of spring

Afterwards we talked small

On a momentous day
For when the papers are signed
The ink gives way
To the laughter we once had
In our kingdom at play
I lied about remaining friends
Because pictures can never turn to clay

And the church bells....ping, ping, ping

In the posturing of spring

With her eyelids ticking quickly

To a dying time
I said with a smile
Do you want to fuck one more time?
She laughed and said
“I’m seeing someone...

And the church bells....cling, cling, cling

In the posturing of spring

-- Derek J Sarazin