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Sparse
by Richard VinceMy mouth was full of marbles
Because I knew the word could
Never be enough; nine letters
Could not accommodate
What I wanted to say.
Only once did I dream of you,
And even then it was not you.
It was a base imitation:
Face plus voice, nothing more
Without all of those facets
I never saw, all that makes you
You; that indefinable
Third dimension that no camera
Can ever capture.
And yet, somehow, I thought
I loved you, as if I knew
The you I thought I loved.
Photos and words I knew;
The rest I imagined by
Reading between the sparse
Lines, filling in the times
Between those rare raindrops
That fell from your sky.
The storm never broke.
The land remained dry
For want of what I knew
But never knew.
09/11/2007 Posted on 09/11/2007
Copyright © 2024 Richard Vince
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Michelle Angelini on 09/12/07 at 06:10 PM It often appears that one person can have so many facets that another can't ever know them completely. Life is so complex and life as it is today, makes us complex people. I sense a hunger in these to know more, much more than the narrator knows about someone close. Maybe dreams reveal in our minds what daylight reality fails to give, or what anyone would rather accept. In many ways, it feels as if the narrator is trying to self-convince that the person acquainted with is the one that's accepted, even though so much mystery surrounds the knowledge. I hope you understand what I just said; it's not coming out the way I want it to. ;-)
~Chelle~ |
| Posted by Melissa Arel on 09/14/07 at 02:20 AM i dig the play on words in this.. they sort've tumble on the tongue :) good job. |
| Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 09/16/07 at 12:14 PM Upon reading this, now I wonder if we ever know another.
You write this with such clarity and genuineness, you etch the understanding into my mind. And for this I breathe. |
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