Someone called you

Someone called you by your name.
Ah, to deny.
Should you, could you, even deign
To reply?

Breathing beyond memory
In a space without a sense,
Here, where ever here is,
A weight, a life, a presence.

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

This poem speaks to me of a sadness. I have called my mother’s name out loud in grief many times, knowing she won’t answer but hoping she might hear. Your poem had meaning for me.

Chris

[John]

Thanks Chris. Glad that the poem has some resonance for you.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Called by name...proof that we exist...we are a presence, we are present...
Does this poem express that we need someone else to exist in order to know whether we do or not?

Proof is believing beyond memory.
a very interesting poem...that made me ponder several questions.
the kind of poem that intrigues my poetic sensibility.
j.

[John]

I think a sense of self is something we can work out for ourselves, but imagine what it would be like if we were completely alone.