Thread: There May be Some Things in Life that are Worth Looking Foolish For

The air conditioner’s limited reach
leaves the limbs of my parent’s house smoldering;
it’s almost summer and I’m already falling asleep
in sweat every night—
soon I’ll be waking up in it too.

The ceiling fan whirls, creaking above my head,
swatting shadows into ripples like a child swimming;
(absentmindedly determined to drown before he grows up.)
I hope that little boy doesn’t die
without knowing how much he’s loved.

Even here, looking up from my bed,
I can see him still running through
the trembling waves of the popcorn-ceiling field;
he’s shivering while I sweat.
Those lonely hours burned so much less
while I spied on my mind’s simulated projections.

I will secretly cherish that waste of time,
in fifteen years, once my children are born
and showing that they’re interested in swimming
with lusty eyes locked onto the public pool.

Should I be afraid of my ability
to guess what might happen; or,
with a heavy heart and clogged throat,
disbelieve my fancy and favor logic?

Wow. Quite nice. I love the title.

I truly enjoyed this one, Svir. Hmmm, you seem to be thinking of the future quite a lot in your recent pieces, and children. You've managed to create a beautiful and vulnerable feeling with this that I love. Good job.

I really enjoyed this. It made feel a bit sad but in the good way which poetry has its way of doing. Few people manage to have such a powerful effect on me so well done and thank you