I Dream Myself Into Being

You are standing in front of me even though

you are gone.

 You are gone in so many ways.

 I dream myself into being.

Pretending the apple tree

blooms.

 Blooms like a newborn love

of teenager lust.

 Consumes me in eager

anticipation.

 You are away, a distant figment

of somebody elses nights.

 Sleeping in a bed that I used

to know.  Somebody elses underwear

is on the floor.

 I imagine myself into a place

where flowers colour

the landscape.

 Ignore the truth.

 Discard the facts.

 That the flowers are dead.

They have not been watered or fed.

 They are symbols of a garden

too long ignored.

 Looking at your face, I wonder why

it is

I cannot recognize you.

Reviews

[Caitlin Dale]

wow. the imagery is just perfect! you've moved me with your words.. perfectly captivating piece. loved it! :)
thanks for sharing... ^_^

[Mary Chalmer]

Nice imagery in this write

[Robbie]

This is a heartfelt write... conveyed in an emotional longing for the past. I felt the sadness. Well penned.

[newyearnorma]

very good, loved it

[PerlySunflower]

Amazing poem, beautiful

[Manpreet]

Nice work!

[Michael West]

This is an amazing poem... Very well crafted..

[paul]

very beautiful

[Chris Taylor]

A good poem, well written and the imagery oozes love and all its metaphors.

[Everson Taveras]

This poem flows beautifully like the ripple of a wave or the notes from an instrument. Your words, your thoughts and the message is in tune with the feelings and the imagery seen and felt here. Transcendental piece. Thank you for sharing