GUESTBOOK 87: “Gennie (in remembrance)” (by John Martinez)


If I held you

For the first time,

I would remember

To hold you

With baby arms,

My face pressed

Against your skin,

I would look

Into your eyes,

See the clouds,


The faraway ocean

Of your iris


Gennie, words

Are like wingless

Blue Jays now, 

Tapping at my window,

Numb fingertips

Finding nothing,

A half-cup of coffee,

A sound

That never formed

Into a word,

Because there are 

No words

For this


And this life,

This knot

On a rope,

This dragging

Of skin and bone,


The rotating earth

Grinding, shifting

To the hum

Of our hearts;

Our hearts,

Clocks and hands


This life

Still wants you,

Your whispering 

Wise words,

This life

Is calling you;

Come back, Gennie

In a wind puffed sail,

Come back

In the eye

Of the moon,

The glistening sheen

On moaning seas,

But come back

Gentle again,

As you saw yourself,

A sunflower

In an endless patch,

Because you are

All of this now;

That everything

We look to,

For inspiration

And love


© John Martinez 2013

All Rights Reserved


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