Saudade, Et Tu?
written by: Lynne Kemen
@KemenLynne
I miss getting together for Christmas.
Well, I miss getting together.
Perhaps next year.
But we both know
a bad case of Saudade,
of spilled milk, something souring.
Too many tongues bitten,
too many words that wound
too much pent-up, unwound.
We stand by the winter pond,
Look each other in the eye,
Then look away.
That dead fish look,
frozen in time.
Well, great to see you.
(you are dead to me).
Let it be.
Lynne Kemen
Lynne Kemen lives in Upstate New York. Her chapbook, More Than a Handful was published in 2020. Her work is anthologized in Seeing Things (2020) and several others. She is published in Silver Birch Press, The Ravens Perch, Fresh Words Magazine, Spillwords, Topical Poetry, Lothlorien Poetry Journal, and Blue Mountain Review. Lynne stands on the Board of Bright Hill Press. She is an Editor for the Blue Mountain Review and a lifetime member of The Southern Collective Experience. Her book of poetry will be published in 2023 by SCE.
Latest posts by Lynne Kemen (see all)
- The Kitchen Remembers My World - February 1, 2023
- Puddles, After MC Escher’s Print of The Same Name Done in 1952 - June 7, 2022
- Saudade, Et Tu? - January 24, 2022
