irrelevant

Blurry Long Distance Road at Night

These next few moves matter
this I know to be true
that the distance between us
grows stiff with years
and we are different now,
and we have never been this
way—far away; chasing the tail
of our twenties. I am something
in between this and then
and these next few moves speak volumes
thousands of expired encyclopedias
are shouting wait Wait WAIT!
but we are on an airplane
and the wheels are up
and our phones are off
and the last thing I said was I’m sorry
but I can’t remember what for
these next few moves matter
they are the scribble
with which we write our lives
and these are not apologies
as much as manafestos.
and these next few moves
are happening outside my body
a reflex, a habit, a whole.

—ECW

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Poetry & Love

Hello Poets!

As you may (not) know, I am getting married in 300 and something days from now and need to make all these bride-zilla decisions that I don’t particularly care about. However, I have come to the conclusion that I absolutely MUST have poetry at the wedding in some way.

So I have been all over the internet and rummaging through my old anthologies (English Major Pride!) to find the best poems that would translate well to people who might not know how to read poetry, but would still enjoy a good one.

I wanted to share one that touched me the other day:

Rita Dove’s Flirtation

It made me feel as if I had just fallen in love!

Let me know if you love it with a Like or a Comment below, and feel free to share your favorite love poem with me! I would really enjoy your thoughts!