beginning

a poem about belonging

 

beginning

there were fifty revelers in the pool
gay and unfiltered bodies bobbing like
corks pressed down until the wine bubbles forth

and i didn’t know how to stop the pain
of their belonging watching how all these
fabulous souls were wrapped up together

waving like a coral reef and i waved
too one hand on my top button wishing
i had never come longing to jump in

 

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About Andrew Kreider

I'm a poet and musician,transplanted from London, England to beautiful northern Indiana. By day I am a stay-at-home dad with our three kids while my amazingly talented spouse conquers medical school one long shift at a time. At night, I'm a performer and trouble-maker. I love my life.

5 responses »

  1. Andrew, I can see the fun and feel the conflict, longing, loved that phrase “gay and unfiltered bodies, bobbing like corks pressed down until the wine bubbles forth” wonderful analogies and images. Buoyant!

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  2. to be so close and yet seperate…def carries a heavy feeling…makes me wonder why they dont jump in and join them…really like the imagery you use in describing all those in the pool….

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  3. Story of my life…but much better told. I am sad…but at the same time grateful it’s not just me…loved it!

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  5. Shyness in a nutshell. Bravo.

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