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by Uriel Tovar

I believed in God once
In a dream
But all that remains of that scent
Are orange peels on a white paper towel
I wiped my face clean
Feeling the citrus burn the
Crusty edges of my lips.

I’ve forgotten the patterns of prayer.
I keep no logs of the ancient incantations
Comforting murmurs of broken glass songs
Burnt into teenage arms.

We only remember
What is allowed by our hearts.
Our memories
Like broken nails
Linger on wood floors
Awaiting some hard souled
Boot to engrave their calcium into other
Grainy fibers.
They overlap and melt into warm
Golden liquid which our souls
Drink and forget
In some long passed dream--
But our hearts can never forget.

We forget in death
An eternal instance lived lonely
Away from the mass. We no longer
Hear communion
Confessing only to the echoes that
Hesitate to
Haunt us.

I dreamt of God once
For a moment.

02/18/2007

Posted on 02/18/2007
Copyright © 2025 Uriel Tovar

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Michelle Angelini on 02/23/07 at 04:21 AM

Uriel, the concept here is sad, yet you've included all 5 senses and other emotions too. Your words give one the thoughts that maybe life can be lived without believing in a God, but it might not be quite what we think it will be. With each stanza there's hope that the narrator will change his mind, but your final words crush that hope. The images are intensely rich and vivid.
~Chelle~

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