Unnamed

without babbling

too many words

tear like in the rains

that no one listens too

indeed

about impossible things

I still saw that which you would

not 

believe

with all the words in this world

there is not enough belief

to explain certain behavior

yes know there are things

that need seeing

to become believing

without words to speak of

this universe babbles

in pictures and signs

on and on

in bright lights taken in

under no obligation

to belief or believing

or ruined or fixed things

not dried up lakes

things no one's ever seen

so gone then forgotten

unnamed

like we never happened

like a picture

of an accident

filed

then forgotten

and so it goes

so here we are

the remnants

of the yesterdays

waiting for that picture

of our last accidents

Author's Note

names forgotten "36 Hudson"

Reviews

[Cobblestone Traveler]

A deep look into the traces of reality that remain only in our memory. Also makes me think about the peculiar happenings at Roswell. A nice, solid poem throughout.

[Davidgeo]

I had no intention of referencing Roswell or Groom Lake but now that you mention it I totally see the parallels now. Ha.

[Nessly]

I guess words are all we have in the end. They become "the remnants of the yesterdays." Great poem.

[Davidgeo]

Thank you for your kind words

[Nessly]

You're welcome. :)