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Jason Rogers

Notes Taken While Listening to “Blue in Green” – A Poem by Jason Rogers

Notes Taken While Listening to “Blue in Green”

Long goodbyes have a Twinkie shelf life.
+++++++ Don’t give me that look next time.

I forget the evening paper on the front step.
+++++++ It is wet with dew by morning.

The holes in my socks aren’t as funny to me.
+++++++ My bare feet ache from the cold, marble tiles.

The fridge stays closed without you facing it.
+++++++ What shade was hiding in there?

The rain comforts me somehow.
+++++++ You would count the drops.

When you return, time will seem shorter.
+++++++ Until then, purgatory.

You took the scarf I was wearing,
+++++++ What token did you leave behind?

You should be eating breakfast now,
+++++++ Reading your bone-dry newspaper.

Sleep just called and said he couldn’t make it.
+++++++ The scotch you left tastes awful.

 

 

About the Poet:
Jason Rogers lives in southeast Tennessee with his wife and daughter. He holds a B.S. in Liberal Studies with concentrations in Literature and Writing from Lee University. His poetry and non-fiction have been published in several journals/reviews, both print and online. You can find him at www.asacredpath.com

 

 

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Waning – A Poem by Jason Rogers

Waning

The moon
in phases grows
and shrinks before our eyes,
thus we remark in public forum:
crops and tides and raging men in flannel robes
will all be pulled toward the sky one day in twenty-nine.

Likewise, the hearts of lovers pulse in long arpeggios, tight
contractions and expansions, independent of each other,
inexplicable yet somehow irresistible, they pull
toward reflected light in paling faces.

What lies we tell ourselves, what
blindness brought about by nothing
but our self-created shadows,
covering the fullness
of the brilliance
of our satellites
whose substance
never waivers
day to day,
regardless
of their
lack of
lumin-
escence.

 

 

About the Poet:
Jason Rogers lives in southeast Tennessee with his wife and daughter. He holds a B.S. in Liberal Studies with concentrations in Literature and Writing from Lee University. His poetry and non-fiction have been published in several journals/reviews, both print and online. You can find him at www.asacredpath.com

 

Poetry Breakfast accepts submissions of poetry and poetry related creative non-fiction year-round.  See our Submission Guidelines page for details on submitting your work.

Start your morning with a nourishing poem.  Follow us on  Twitter, Facebook, and  Tumblr,  and enjoy a new poem every morning straight to your feed.

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