by Alisa Js
the sound of your voice incites a spark
reminding me of what I thought
with you, I want to bend back the boundaries
tug on those hours and days,
and give us eons
I'd settle for a weekend or two
and yet, you remain,
this mystery ...
are we not out of time
or has time simply run out,
banished now to the land of the forgone
memory drips around
the dimming of embers
against this upcoming winter,
as we struggle against
this sad refrain...
Posted on 10/23/2008
Copyright © 2023 Alisa Js
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by George Hoerner on 10/23/08 at 11:14 PM|
Nice write lady but we all end up alone. And unfortunately this happens whether or not we are with someone.
|Posted by Joe Cramer on 10/24/08 at 12:24 AM|
... memory drips around... I love this imagery.....
|Posted by Anastasia Selby on 10/28/08 at 02:10 AM|
bend back the boundaries...what a great image.
|Posted by Steve Baba on 12/18/08 at 11:18 PM|
Sad but inspiring. Really liked the imagery...
|Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 11/12/12 at 05:06 AM|
Great poem Alisa. Very well written, and evocative...I can strongly relate to it in my own way.