Only In The Spaces

 Only in the spaces

 

Only in the spaces do I find you.

Your wrapper hidden behind

In the spaces I find no time

 

Looking for the meaning

In the spaces between

Nothing knowing nothing

Nothing experiencing nothing

 

No existence No meaning

Turning slowly to see what will not be seen

Slowly knowing that which has no meaning

 

I rolled over onto my back on our bed

on the ceiling is a spider

Never noticed how much went unnoticed

 

Soft light filters through our window

falling gently on the dust on the floor

I suppose I should get up and dust,

 

Darkness and numbness fill my head today

Failing to notice what we don’t notice

we haven’t, cant, wont change

we must see what we don’t see,

looking in the spaces to find us

 

Wrappers bumping wrappers

Flesh against flesh

Finding No Time

No meaning in the space between

 

Looking in the spaces to find us

Trying to see what we didn’t see

Cant change us until we see

what would not be seen

 

Looking at the edge of the wrappers

What formed the edges?

Failing to notice the spaces

we did not know existed.

 

Turning on my side

kitchen needs cleaning

I suppose I should do the dishes.

 

December 3, 2007

 

© 2007 by Suzanne Deakins

from Double Chocolate, a book of exotic love

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[Satine]

Wonderful weavings of wrappers, spaces and things no longer noticed....this is lovely. There are some fine lines here but I especially liked the bits about the spider, dusting and doing the dishes. These are risky and tricky to pull off, they read almost as afterthoughts with the potential to take you out of the poem if not executed smoothly. But then you have done it masterfully because I found myself smiling each time they occured, which also gave me (or any reader) time to breath and absorb the piece.

Well done, well crafted....

Satine