It so seems to me
That you spy me
From the corners of time
Which they say no longer is
For such thing
Does not exist
But I remember…
It so seems to me
That you are near
Because I dream you
In the deep far ends
Where my memory gets
And you peer into my mind
Since those days when
My skinny body was
Made of young cells
And bewilderment…
And it so seems
Because I sense you
Like a dry tear
To the departed dead.
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Surreal by AnaCBStudio
8 comments:
It so seems we mourn poetically--and even at that--it is simple...simply beautiful.
Glad to see you posting, Canary-Girl!
shivers on the last stanza dulce...evocative...really like the second one though...def feel the longing and missing...
It so seems to me
That you are near
Because I dream you
In the deep far ends..this is beautiful dulce...also the body made of young cells and bewilderment..yep...def. can feel the aching..
Enjoyed the sparse way this comes together especially the end.
Lovely.As always.You deliver
your truth.Thank you for sharing.
Your poem is so beautiful and so moving; it really touched my senses.
It's so nice to visit you again from India which I love so much....my four months here ends April 5th. I will stop over for five days in Hong Kong as I head back to San Francisco but I will try desperately to return here in two months...my heart is in this country, that is for sure. It's been a place of magic and romance and happiness for me, Dulce.
Dulce
there is a sentiment that can rarely be conveyed in words and yet you did it beautifully
hugs from the Moon
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