duplicates by Carissa Dewey I sit here late with my usual stained lips and hazy mind thinking of thoughts of you- Of our long hike into the wintered hills, how I stayed behind and watched the river floor, and its passing. How the taste of my tears created an anger towards you- up this path, not knowing of my blatant heart. Even your dog returns to me, beckoning me to widen my stride - to return to you. It’s the day of Love’s celebration. Celebrating its imprisonment of me. 02/04/2010 Posted on 02/05/2010 Copyright © 2024 Carissa Dewey Member Comments on this Poem Posted by Jo Halliday on 02/05/10 at 02:46 PM Beautifully dichotomous between upstream and downstream, present and past, a wish that I could have and a reality that I could. I don't know if "thinking of thoughts of you" is deliberate or not, rather than the expected "thinking thoughts of you"; even if serendipitous, it doesn't matter, though it might very well be deliberate - it adds in a beautiful layer of another screen between the lover and the loved, and yet a porous screen with love the medium and the pain ever present, pervading. A good write. Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)