Rough Cuts (Unpolished, unpublished poem ...

Rough Cuts (Unpolished, unpublished poems #322D)

Mar 27, 2022

The first of this week's poems was written after watching a documentary on the American painter Mark Rothko. The poem has nothing to do with the artist or his work, but a few lines from the program snuck into my head and made of it a playground until I lured them onto the page.

image

Pic: https://elsalanzo.net/

The poem of night

knows no language

as pure and profound

as silence,

love

going on

and beyond.

.

copyright 2022 by M. E. Forbes

.

image

pic: https://unsplash.com/@caydenhuangyw?utmsource=unsplash&utmmedium=referral&utm_content=creditCopyText

.

You will be nervous the first night

we drive in a storm.

Not knowing how to calm you,

or even if I should,

I will move silently

between the pounding

of the rain

and the relentless rhythm

of the windshield wipers

until at last, we come

to a stop in the driveway.

.

Later, as we hold each other,

having remembered how to breathe,

I will confess in a whisper

that I want to do it again.

.

copyright 2021 by M. E. Forbes

Enjoy this post?

Buy meforbes a coffee

More from meforbes