Amnesia on the bed

Amnesia arose

 

I never pardoned you to wake me

With a splash of grief

Thrown on my closed eyes.

Arose I found me amid wetness.

A bed of ocean,

The salt of sweat.

Awoke I ran to catch you and held.

You melted like snows.

The play of “touch me”

Ended into dark amnesia,

Awoke I returned

To bed and waited…

 

 

Reviews

[Damian Alan Gray]

The idea and imagery, secluded behind the language barrier, is beautifully sad. Thank you for sharing!

[Siddartha Beth Pierce]

Definitely, a dreamlike tale...full of vivid imagery and philisophical meanderings. There is a sense of longing to belong with another in this piece to me. Succinct and moving. Thank you.
Love and Light,
Siddartha

[Cold Coffee Magazine]

This is a cool poem. It invokes great imagry and stews many thoughts. I especially liek anything that details or explains the hows and whys of dreams.

Nice done.

Dave

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You have caught your dream within the poem without the words that have escaped you. I like "with a splash of grief Thrown on my closed eyes." , "The play of "touch me" . " This is very well expressed, capturing the elusive quality you intended I think.

[CarrieLynn {Chameleon A..]

Great Write! :)

[T. R. Writer]

This reminds me of the times I have really good dreams (often involving that mysterious woman of my life) and I wake up and for a minute (in reality problem more like 5 seconds) I'm trying to figure out if it was real or not. And then quickly reality sweeps in and brings me back. I could be reading this all wrong, but those are the thoughts it evoked in me :)