I yearn for those times past,
a frozen cluster of moments dropped
from a dead tree as berries-
Sweet they taste, of remembrance and light
safety and love as I am flung from the precipice
into a maelstrom of sensation:
Lying close, breathing another's air-
feeling them move inside, to whisper,
to be truly joined, heart and soul;
Flying down a clover-strewn hill,
running faster than the birds
to what used to be a parent;
Sitting on the breakwall facing eternity
watching the waves undulate towards shore,
the only person in all the world-
Bitter are the berries now, mealy and old
as I swallow, and make my way,
sopping and disgruntled to the tree,
brimming with newfound vigor and life.
I goggle while twisted branches become straight and smooth,
I watch as the shriveled berries grow fat and glisten with juice
I see everything become new again, in the anticipation of the future...
The past has died, even now the present is cooling,
all that is left is tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow.
Author notes
Another new one....funny I should say that when I used to write several a week, now my second in a year counts as 'another' anyway, i really like the imagery in this one. its kinda, i don't know, stark.
In a list
If you have read other works of mine, please tell me if this is any different. I feel I always write about the same things. Please weigh in.
Comments
-
i think that you have a wonderful way with words and i can i am sure learn a lot from you thanks for this treat.
-
i like this
i like this poem kinda suits my style and its ok if you write about the same thing i have appr 230 some poems all about the same thing so dont worry it may be the way your mind pulls you !follow your sences! its a good trait to have
eitherway this poem is interesting the words and phasing just interest me i dont know why ... its just very ... interesting (sorry i couldnt have been more critequing)
-Laura Victoria Cousineau
-
Oh yea, and I hope you don't mind but I would like to add this to my list of amazing poetry
-
I like the imagery in this piece, it's written in a more abstract, broken way but still maintains a vividness that really enhances the whole poem, I like it when a poem does that... and the whole berry metaphor works really well throughout...
Flying down a clover-strewn hill,
running faster than the birds
Those two lines were by far my favorite... they are the piece of vibrant imagery in this poem that really brings the memories contained to life. And the trailing "tomorrow"s at the end lend the reader to the feeling that you are losing yourself in your thoughts and memories. An overall fantastic feel to the piece
Adding your comment:
