TIME THAT WAS FOREVER/WEARING SOMEONE ELSE’S CLOTHES II
Before you came
When dogs could talk
You were my friend
We were sailing
We talked of all things
Got them out
We exchanged these gifts
A small sailing ship for two
The sun moved
That would soon disappear
We had not learned to read signs
We counted the empty mason jars
As we considered the issues of the day
You made tea
We talked of music
I was yours’
Each day
Often it did
Begging for mercy
Lost forever
Time in its flight
Full of themselves
And now old women
You were my friend
Wearing someone else’s clothes
June 3, 2017
8 comments:
This is so moving..
I wonder if not there is a girls heart in the old woman's clothes.
I'm not sure I have got all the meaning out of this, but I sense a longing for things to have been different.
For some reason that I can't articulate, this reminds me of Leonard Cohen's Suzanne. It just an atmosphere, not a meaning. This pulls the sea right into the memory process with both the ebb and flow of love gained and lost. Bits come in and some get lost as is the way of shells. Lovely Annell.
I read this as a poem about a friend who has passed away, not sure if I got it as you intended but it did give me some serious feelings. Thanks for sharing this!
It still reads awesome.
ZQ
The phrase "someone else's clothes" creates such ideas as deception or something irretrievably lost.
Well-penned.
-HA
This sounds like a nice remembrance of an old friend.
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