of time and perception

It was the

silence

that did me in

The tangle and clank of

blue jeans in the dryer

 

The clatter of a thousand

dreams

shaped like rock

candy ~ not diamonds

scattered across the floor

 

disassembled, opted out, apologetically

mistaken . . .

 

Yet you have been here.  Ever.

throughout

the unraveling of time, in those

defining shifts

of earth’s tectonic plates, the

holding to of my childhood belief

in the elemental balance.

          due.

 

But a crooked grin and desert sand rites

of passage echo only in dusty disturbances,

happened upon by an accidental, inexplicable

cyberspace collision . . .

 

It happens, I think.

 

So now
when I remember you

          and me,
I think of
a million drops
of rain
       in a river redirected
and

the weight
of a mountain
in
one fistful of dust. 

Reviews

[SkinlessFrank]

yes! that awful clang of metal in the dryer is somehow one of the saddest sounds there is... it reminds me of how alone we are (or can be) in this universe, especially when we find ourselves with that sudden realization of a love lost (or perhaps, never had in the first place) and then there is nothing but silence and monotonous noise...it reminds me of Poe's 'Bells' ... " the melancholy menace of their tone"

[J]

exactly --- when mindless background chatter [distant barking dogs, a lone car speeding past on its way to ... somewhere ...] asserts itself into utter stillness, the universe never feels so limitless and frightening. thank you for sharing your most thoughtful words. :)

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

The clatter of a thousand dreams shaped like rock candy.......Yet you have been here. Ever. throughout the unraveling of time. A crooked grin and desert sand rites of passage echo only in dusty disturbances.... So now when I remember you and me, I think of a million drops of rain...........This is beautiful!

[Phill Oz O'fee]

It is amazing how much insight can be poetically expressed from satellite memories floating around in our subconscious hearts and minds.

Beautifully written; I have great empathy with many a bitter sweet occasion of ‘could have been different moments’ in my life!

Phillip

[Arthur Henn]

This takes me back into time of a distant past time when I was very young - Fourteen / my first love, puppy love, my first girlfriend. That first kiss, the first time I ever really held close a woman's body of the same age - My first meaningful relationship.

She is gone now, but not forgotten - A bittersweet story - First love - Maybe I'll write its short story one day.

So now
when I remember you
and me,
I think of
a million drops
of rain
in a river redirected
and
the weight
of a mountain

This really touched my heart (J)

[Call It A Day]

I wish we grew up together. I don't know what thoughts were going through your head when you wrote "a river redirected", but you have no idea what those words mean to me. It's the small things that change my life in the craziest of ways. I love your use of alliteration throughout the poem. That has always been the main way I express true emotion in poetry and you have a true hold over it. I want to write a book with you. The s**t you spit could change the world. Like f*****g Wendell Berry. Except your poetry is better than his, in my eyes. Like I said, I wish we grew up together. You would have been too much fun to philosophize with.
-Ben