12 day letter

I’ve kept it

folded parchment
pressed
between the pages
of an old book

that January
when you said
God stirred the clouds
in a crooked sky

back
when you
wanted to paint
the unbuttoned curves
of a blue dress
reaching up high
for a favorite
pair of shoes

the nights we sketched
in swerved lines
fallen phthalo eyes
camber colours
you never knew
existed

though
you resisted
the urge to call
— one more time

on day twelve



Christi Moon

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14 Responses to 12 day letter

  1. laurie kolp says:

    Christi- I love this, especially:

    the nights we sketched
    in swerved lines
    fallen phthalo eyes
    camber colours
    you never knew
    existed

  2. Luke Prater says:

    This one has shaped up very well. Tight piece of free verse. This stanza is replete with aesthetic majesty –

    that January
    when you said
    God stirred the clouds
    in a crooked sky

    ..and the proper nouns work their magic once again… also the use of ‘phthalo’ is great

    • Christi Moon says:

      ‘phthalo’ one of my favorite words 🙂

      thanks for your help with this one on the board. as always, it’s most appreciated.

  3. Ayala says:

    Christi, I just love this !

  4. brian miller says:

    great little pictures of memories of the road up to day 12 and then the close and him not calling cinches the emotion…very well done…

  5. Amazing how a piece of paper can pull us back through time. Particularly like the imagery in S3, very specific, very clear, such a personal moment. You have brought us to this place. Thank you for sharing, Christi.

  6. I loved everything about this piece–so beautifully written–with such gorgeous imagery! Stunning!

  7. Kim says:

    I loved this! Simple. Elegant touch. Visual. Poetic.

  8. Gay says:

    This is remarkably pure; it captures one of the essences of being woman (and for all of that, dealing with a man or should I say lover). I don’t know the word phthalo – I guessed it was a color but I couldn’t find it in dictionary. Like the sound I guessed it had though. You always write such unique pieces. Lovely.

  9. Jebbi says:

    breathtaking….still love…still….

  10. Shawna says:

    I love poems that begin and/or end with a single line set off on its own.

    “folded parchment” … you’ve given up on old things that may seem like they happened a lifetime ago

    “January” beginnings, so long past

    “back
    when you
    wanted to paint
    the unbuttoned curves” … everything preparing us for the fact that this didn’t work out, didn’t last … yet you write it with endearment, no animosity it seems

    This is my favorite because of the “existed”/”resisted” rhyme:
    “you never knew
    existed
    though
    you resisted”

    I feel like there’s something more to the 12 … a bit more significance. But perhaps not. Enjoyed it!

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