Poetry

Messages and Memories

Paper airplanes

folded hastily

sliding along the tile

Now they sit

in white boxes

never again to fly

I wonder why

Is it strange

that I remember?

The smudged ink

and the smell of felt marker?

I can still see

my fingers tracing the loops in your handwriting

The message on each wing

faded to gray with age

It is age that has taken the rest

but age

it's just a number

Where are their memories?

I will keep mine with me

forever.

Rereading the paper airplanes

in the threadbare of night.

 

Bottled

There is a life to every name

As there is a story

To every glass bottle on the beach

Be it a tragedy of discarded litter

Long since cracked and bleeding sand

Or a mistaken fate

Dropped and lost to mourn

Had the capsule held

A derailed romance?

Crumpled parchment, scribbled messages

Sent out to sea

Or could written word of tales untold

Have decayed; now dust, never to be spoken?

There is a story to every bottle

But every bottle must break

Whether steps shatter the glass

Or sea claims its fate.