New poem by Carter Billis

LATE

The blankets I’m wrapped up in

Keep my fingers from turning blue

But true warmth is unattainable

If I’m here without you.

I reach for you occasionally

As if I’ll be able to feel you breathing

And you just rolled over in courtesy

Since you were snoring rather loudly.

If I saw you there next to me

I would want to wake you up,

Not just to disturb your sleep,

But because I liked it when we would stay up and talk.

Now I get excited and go to shake you,

But the only thing I find next to me is my sheet,

Not as soft as the touch of your skin

And nowhere near as warm as you would be.

Literature should mean something ...

LITERATURE SHOULD MEAN SOMETHING IN
YOUR LIFE

a man

walking down the street

looks up to see

                         birds

wheeling in the air         looks

up to see a billboard plastered

with black letters.

                                    BIRDS LIKE ME

says the billboard, and

a pigeon lights on it.

                                    Cornelius Eady

                    

(Birds like me is the theme for April for submissions to Waterways:  Poetry in the Mainstream.   This year the themes are all taken from poems by Cornelius Eady.)