Talking with Christie Till 2:45 a.m: Three Haiku
not every story
ends this way
the end
*
I wish, she says,
someone told me it doesn’t
get easier
*
on the driveway
finding ourselves
in the universe
February 16, 2013 by Rosemerry
Talking with Christie Till 2:45 a.m: Three Haiku
not every story
ends this way
the end
*
I wish, she says,
someone told me it doesn’t
get easier
*
on the driveway
finding ourselves
in the universe
Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged Christie Aschwanden, haiku, poem, poetry, stories | 6 Comments
perchance it’s mostly just the stories told on the flat page and the flat screen, the two-dimesional ones with no third dimension of depth, that conclude in a succinctly tidy fashion.
have i mentioned how i couldn’t wait to be thirty, so everything would make sense and i’d have my life figured out?
and so here we are, here and now, on the driveway, somewhere in the cosmos. the loose ends aren’t accommodating our efforts to tie them together, and our hands are growing increasingly arthritic.
yet, still, there just might be plot-twists up ahead, spinning everything into an inconceivable wholeness. the end is not necessarily this end.
No end in sight, I like that first one, which plays so nicely with talking until the wee hours. And I can just picture the two of you standing in the driveway, which is also a perfect spot to end, saying goodbyes, joining the universe.
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