Pavlov's Lover

A poem about getting older, settling down, and a reminder to watch every frame of life as it reels past you, or you may blink and miss it.

Do you see the cracks in the polished windowpane?  

Time runs her hands down the sweat on your face. 

Honesty hides under the pristine carpet 

As your imitation-college heels sink into his skull. 

 

Expectation, anticipation- 

You watched with indifference as the world flew by you. 

How would it go? Where will we live?  

Now that you know, the music fades to a whisper. 

 

“It’s all downhill from here;” 

They say as the world screams from the edge of the plateau. 

I’ll walk forever if I can walk in this moment 

Until my feet reach thin air and I tread on memory. 

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

This has a zenlike quality to it, with its concern for the appreciation of the present moment. Imagery is great, especially the last two lines of verse one. The clear, spare wording makes the impact at the end all the more meaningful. Very well done.

[RhythmOfRiora]

Ah, I thought I'd replied to this, apologies! Thank you so much for your kind review; it really means a lot to know that someone somewhere has enjoyed this :D.