Tuesday, February 2, 2016

February 2, 2016 dVerse/ Coming Back

Coming Back

i do not mean to be unkind      but the very idea                  of coming back

goes against the grain              if that is what you think       so be it

you can't go home again      no experience                           can be repeated exactly            

even deja vu            is said to be a trick of the brain            in trying to remember              

(put back together)              we are tricked into thinking     it has happened before               

still it is always with us     crawling beneath the surface     burning the skin

mongrel dog                              what we think                     we cannot stand

sure enough                               happens                               when least expected

the pain of it all                          an explosion                       dropped without a care

lost                                             we stand witness                and then it is over

the little grasshopper in the chest       stops                  when all along it never took a rest

not a day off                              it did its' work                   strong without complaint

there will be no return               when it is over                  it is over

no one is expected       there is no knock at the door             silence persists

this very day will not come again         nor this season                            nor will i

February 2, 2016







12 comments:

  1. Oh I very much share your view... there is no reverse, not way to return.. and if there where I would not really like it I think

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  2. Oh, I really like this poem, Annell. In fact, it was YOUR poem that inspired the poem I just wrote for this prompt. (Hope you will take a look.) I tend to agree with you that there is no return. Once the day, the season, life passes, it will not return again. Well penned!!

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  3. I most like that little grasshopper in the chest, doing its endless work.........."it never took a rest....strong without complaint...." Very cool, Annell.

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  4. Nicely done, and your format caused me to find this tiny poem, which I love:

    what we think
    happens
    an explosion

    we stand witness

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  5. I accept the finality of life & death ~ Lovely thoughts and thanks for sharing ~

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  6. These are my favorite sections:

    "still it is always with us crawling beneath the surface burning the skin

    mongrel dog"

    "the little grasshopper in the chest stops"

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  7. Nice! Your format leads to variations in the read, re-read... ironically, it comes back differently every time. Well done.

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  8. I enjoyed reading your take on the prompt and loved your closing line, very definite.

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  9. you can't go home again no experience can be repeated exactly

    even deja vu is said to be a trick of the brain in trying to remember

    I absolutely love this. Thank you for joining my prompt.

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  10. You and I feel similarly about this. Well written!

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  11. GreaTest risk of hoping
    to live again.. is the
    reality of never living
    now.. so much to do
    so much to see..
    yet so
    much to forget
    that now even exists..:)

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