Polly's Pocket
fragments bits and
pieces thoughts
memory dreams words
unspoken
in your eye i see
the eye of the universe the eye sees me
light of the
world a lifetime disappears still fragments remain
i check my
watch look at the clock on the wall your touch erotic
darkness
approaches count my change something missing
a tisket /a
tasket yellow leaves in the corner summer is gone...
was there a
theft misplaced or was it simply lost
October 3,
2015
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The
Broken Nexus and the Nautilus Shell
i
hear your voice tender sweet
soft carried
by the wind through the window
suddenly there
is a change threats
insults list
of resentments press
my face against the glass
who
is speaking are you still the one the alternate beat of my heart
has
someone new come to live in you i
call your name
my
words lost in the wind spinning free in the cosmos
the
nexus between us lost i flush your unkind words from my thoughts
unpredictable nothing
to count on everything changes
i
stand alone nothing left maybe i never knew you
October
4, 2015
17 comments:
time seems to trip on faster and faster. makes Mr wonder if perhaps someone is thieving it.
Often it is that the people we know change so much that we wonder if we ever really knew them. Well penned.
Lots of love,
Sanaa
How odd it is as well when someone we thought we knew, becomes someone else. Especially one close enough to be the alternate beat of your heart. Hopefully if that is the case, making up after will be special.
I think many times that people doesn't change, it's more like peeling an onion, and finding there is rot inside.. we just have to give up in some cases.
1st poem: Oh yes, I do wonder as I look back where summer has gone. Darkness approaches all too quickly nowadays. 2nd poem: This poem has a realness to it. Seems that people change sometimes. They have the same name, but everything changes...and you look at them and think: Who are you?
wow the contrast between the two. Your first reminiscent of a child wanting to hold onto something - pockets work. The second way to close to what is happening in our world where people have lost their marbles and will run right over us in an attempt to find them.
Wonderful !
ZQ
In your second poem, you have expressed EXACTLY how I felt one someone beloved suddenly began saying words that were like another language to me. How I wondered, too, if someone else had come to live inside her, someone I never knew. How heartsick I was, stunned and bewildered. Excellent writing. The poignancy of that sweet remembered voice on the wind....... I love the first poem too, the yellow leaves in the corner...summer gone or maybe stolen.
When the angel falls, the devil has room. What a perfect description of the separation and spiraling apart as something foreign enters one we had come to depend on. Wow!
It is hard to imagine someone we thought was so special speaking to us in ways we cannot even fathom...it is as if we never really knew them...really fabulous both pieces.
Love, love the first poem, Annell. Hope all is well with you.
Pamela ox
Certainly we never truly know another person. Each of us is an island, and there is always another side, which is not the same as the part that beckoned us in the first place. Both you pieces are about loss; sadly we have to come to grips that we must live with that some time in our lives.
change in Nature and in humans...sigh...
Both pieces about change, different types, different responses. I think we humans, no matter what we say, have difficulty accepting the changes that come our way. Some wonderful imagery here, Annell,
Elizabeth
A tisket a tasket - such a wonderful phrase..the poems as always compliment each other..i could feel that pane of glass on the forehead...the only way to soothe a change of voice...harsh as the change in seasons...i suppose we never someone else completely - beautifully woven as ever xo
The first was really strong for me.
Luv the concluding thought of the second one
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