mike ruthenbeck

Witchy Woman - Poem by mike ruthenbeck

indeed, it would be
most unfavorable
for us to share words
though why that is
i am entriely unsure...
as i lay here
listening to this old jazz record
in the dark
with my tobbacco pipe
and my young mans heart
in my old man's body
i want to dream of you;
but i stop myself
from even falling asleep.
the child i was
in the spring of our love
hasnt aged a day
but i have wrinkles near my eyes now
i guess from the smoking
and i wonder, most often
if you would even recognize me
should i knock on your door
and smile at you, i can
imagine the discomfort;
the fleeting emotion
flickering in your eyes
through the screen door on
the back porch
where i used to read to you,
while you sketched in your pad,
from up in the tree
where i had slung my hammock
against your sound advice
but it was the only place high enough
where i could see the river

and seeing the river
was so important
i needed you to see
how badly i needed you to see
me seeing the river.
you didn't get it I guess;
you were supposed to be upset with me.
so to infinity, at midnight,

i remind myself how much
i really used to love you

Topic(s) of this poem: art, longing, love and life, moving on

Form: Sonnet

Poet's Notes about The Poem

just that same ole witchy woman. messed my head up good for a while. poems are old, darling. call me sometime.

Comments about Witchy Woman by mike ruthenbeck

  • Mike Ruthenbeck (11/3/2015 10:55:00 PM)

    shes not gonna call you, ya lunatic! she hate you and don't want nothing to do with you ass wipe. get over yourself ya bigdamned b aby creature (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, November 3, 2015

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