Of Things Now Lost

Some words about words...

Those things now lost or never owned

Like memories of wings or a water’s sleep

Linger unobserved in peripheries of light;

Flitting like moths between vacant moments.

Till we half remember a smothered dream

Of oceans and broad blown beaches;

The sprawl of endless nothings

Which hint at landscapes without edge

And of buildings without design.

It’s here we exist, and with pebbles

That we work through time for form

And spin both the labyrinthe and twine.

Reviews

[Laz K.]

I like poems like this because the imagery is touching on something that cannot simply just be communicated in everyday language. Thanks for transporting me to the edge of reality where life truly begins.

[Roland Petrov]

Once in a while I do, in fact, half remember a smothered dream of a broad beach. Your words about words speak to me.

[justa335]

There is a dream-like quality to this that is haunting yet poignant, and you are a master of the craft. And yes - *sigh*

[Beano]

My word I've missed that 'sigh'. It's lovely to encounter you again, M'lady.