Here and There

Here, you get the whole vision --
the day loses memory
and, legless, precipitates
in gasping reflections.

                                There, we lie, hugged,
                                though the night is shouting --
                                instead of running away, we write
                                ourselves on wetness, use memory
                                that speaks a foreign language.

Here, light is closing
its eyelids, teaches us not to hurry,
summersaults  among clouds, promises
a moon-door to tomorrow.

                                There, we paint time on a dim landscape,
                                try to skip the barbed wires we rolled
                                around it, feel stars will nest
                                on our shoulders.

Here and there, under all the rippling,
in the middle of the orange glaze,
we partake in the archetypal rituals
of mating, conflict, separation.

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Cannon Beach

                               

Comments

[ShiSister]

inspired by time zones I think...

totally beautiful: the parallell universe, relativity, all and a love poem in the best Paula tradition.

[Kianseng Ng]

This is a hauntingly beautiful, the music is almost like a whisper and the imagery is like the morning mist fleeing from dawns first fingers of light...is it really a "love" poem or a "live" poem, I guess thats open to interpretation, I think it is best describe a Solomon"s song!

[Paula]

Shister, yes, a parallel universe, also past and present and summer ans winter:-)

Kianseng, thank you for a comment that is a poem in itself.

[Dick]

Yes, haunting & with the veiled, allusive quality of prophesy. Beautiful poem, Paula.