by Alisa Js

the sound of your voice incites a spark
reminding me of what I thought
was certainly,
long forgotten.
with you, I want to bend back the boundaries
tug on those hours and days,
and give us eons
decades even,
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
faltering hope,
the dimming of embers
against this upcoming winter,
as we struggle against
being alone
on this
forsaken road
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.

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