Dreaming of You
by Rob Littler
I could see from the look
I took in her eye, somehow
She wasn’t seeing through
This time, that there was something
And I was seeing
Using her eyes, my hands,
These words, all uttered by her
“Sometimes you realize we are just old
Enough to understand Everything’s truth
Then we die. But for the time we have
We are left imagining living at such great heights in the sky within an apartment
Whose story has not yet been built.”
And my own tragic sense of things culminated
Curiously in the image of tabula rasa, where slates
Are scraped, rebirth as the last and mightiest
Chain. Whosoever found comfort in innocence
That was not first freedom from an innate fear
Of what had been removed, erased, wiped to an arbitrary clean.
Residually residing somewhere in the scheme of schema
My simple mind likes to rewind when I need to hear,
“Once you think a thought it can’t be un-thunk
And then it exists for everyone
Posted on 09/24/2020
Copyright © 2020 Rob Littler
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Matthew Sharp on 09/24/20 at 05:44 PM|
my simple mind rewinds... lol
i live there as well rob.
sometimes its so simple its complex.
im going to read this again.
eloquent my friend.......
|Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 09/25/20 at 06:35 PM|
Quite dramatic, with plenty of twists and turns to keep the flow of images and meanings coming. I like!