You are
the fragment of song unremembered
the confused dream lost to the night
the faraway country, green with hills,
the slam of the door, the unlatched window;
the story never told, the portrait never painted,
the sadness in a sonata,
the laughter from the secret room,
the somewhere beyond the bend,
the end of the rainbow,
the waiting at the traffic light
in the dark of a deserted street
the slow turning of the earth
the burn of a distant star
you are.
6 comments:
Addendum, the last line should have been -
Also impressed :)
Not struck speechless?
Sigh.
Struck speechless would be me. Also, this poem, I did not get. Loneliness again?
@Venn: What ma, zimble poems only I am writing. I guess I was just trying to capture the feeling that I almost always have- of something just out of reach, out of sight. A sense of anticipation, of..waiting for..(something, not always, someone)
and then I wanted to add the soundtrack "we are..we are.." to this nice poem.
Reading lines like this makes my day!
@Paddy: Reading it again makes me feel nice too! It's like someone else wrote it :))
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