Persistance

I now know why the universe does not distinguish the days
Anymore than we would a grain of sugar in a jar
I have dreamt and in that dream I awoke
To the language of everything I did not understand
I heard in its muffled voice, an infinite joke
As I smelt the sea thousands of miles inland.
I slept and in that sleep I saw me, as I’d once been:
Transformed from the dead, and free from transgression
I swam garlanded in that sea; renewed by its briny waves,
The days had stretched forever along the coast
But I did not know then that nothing would last.
How every atom that was me would accelerate through a new host
And that only dreams and memories could transport me
Back to the tang of the sea that day, and the scent of blossom
And yet I think that I understand now the reticence of the stars
To tell not of a future but reflect only their past.

Reviews

[Laz K.]

The "cosmic scope" of this poem appeals to me. I cannot pretend that I fully comprehend the intended meaning, but you speak of dreams, and the tone and the mood of the poem is indeed very dreamlike.
Plus, the message of the stars, or the intentions of the universe are worthy topics for a poem/poet to wrestle with.

[Beano]

Hi Laz, thanks for taking the time to read and comment. It's an ode to nostalgia in essence, that grandiosely says if it's good enough for the stars, then its good enough for me. I was younger and more naïve back then 😀

Best, Jamie

[Joshua Carl Cruz]

First reviewer? Don't fret. This is the reason I read whatever comes through the screen. Finding this poem so well done makes me smile. Thanks for your words and allowing me to read.

[Beano]

Thank you for taking the time to read and comment. It's good to meet you!