XXL.

by Poet on the Piano   Dec 28, 2020


Smoky pine, cedar, and cloves
haunt the grove close to home.
I wish the season could douse
me in indifference
that would last longer than
these flurries.

Your heart grew two sizes while
mine shrunk into nonexistence

and I can't help but notice
that compassion became a trend
you adopted out of guilt.

The sweaters I wear now
never fit me.
They constrict,
knitting bones into silence,
as I hide my wrists
in mountains
of alabaster.

And I wonder how
distance can be measured,
when I've been entombed
miles away

yet you're still convinced
I'm here.

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  • 2 weeks ago

    by Ben Pickard

    This is such a mournful write, MA, and I couldn't help being entirely swept away on a wave of pure emotion.
    Slipping away from someone we love, and not because of lack of love necessarily, is horrid. Sometimes people simply have too many demons in their minds to contend with and that leaves little room for anything positive - least of all anything as pure and angelic as love.
    I have to say, the title is brilliant.

    Take care, MA.

  • 2 weeks ago

    by Mr. Darcy

    Yes, I like this. It's a poem like it's title, XXL, like a TARDIS, bigger on the inside. The more you chew the more flavours reveal themselves.
    I like the format, the pleasing selection of random stanzas. I found once I'd sampled them in order, I could pick and mix for further enjoyment. What shall I have next... pleasing metaphor, rhyme or emotional connect and disconnect? I'll settle for the sweater. XXL is just my size. :)

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