after Donna Tartt
If there was ever a night to forgive
clumsy feet and hands reaching for
we had reached it. Before leaving,
you had kissed your mother, even
both of whom would outlive you. This
is not the way the world should end,
fifty miles from home, earth reaching
up to take back
what it created long ago. Try as we may
to avoid it, lives dwindle. Try as we may to
avoid it, we are left with
blood-stained clothes and love, so much
love and no containers to fill it with.
Your mother sentenced
to collect dead children like stamps or
dust in corners. Your mother fumbling
against the darkest edge
of the universe from which all light must
reflect again, which is to say there is
a version of this life
where everything we’ve lost has already
been returned to us. I loved this life,
you tell me, body
beginning to fail. I loved this life with
everything I had. I shift in the stillness
beneath its unwavering pulse. I say into
the silence: I will remember all the nights
you never return to me.
Nikki Velletri is a high school student from Massachusetts. Her work has been recognized by the Scholastic Art & Writing Awards and can be found in Words Dance.
Stirring up the emotions in all the right manner..
The Floating Thoughts Team
Nikki! Wow! Such grace.
You have an incredible gift, Nikki. Such fine writing.
I would like to reblog this if I may.
Reblogged this on Sarah Russell Poetry and commented:
Nikki Velletri is a young poet to watch. Another of her poems can be found at http://wordsdance.com/2018/02/repose-of-a-wayward-saint/.
Very good. Keep it up Nikki!
very nice, nikki. you have such a natural talent –