Subjunctive Blues by John Calvin Hughes

Subjunctive Blues

In the one
dark room,
only the lamp,
the soft bulb.

Only the night,
the black trees
through the
black screen.


If I could will
a thing tonight,
it would be

Touch your clothes,
and in the hiss
of stillness,

hear your skin,
reach inside your shirt.

by John Calvin Hughes

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Editor’s Note: Imagery is the key to experiencing this poem. Instead of searching for a definitive meaning, let the images form in your mind and whatever emotion wells up is the truth.

Announcement:  CLOSED to submissions until August 20, 2015. I will resume reading on August 20, 2015. Daily poems will resume on August 24. Thank you!

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