Momentary memories come near
love and hate
now and late
touching the movement of the clock
Where is the time?
Is it late, is it late?
touching the beats of your heart
time surrenders to no one
Must we surrender to time?
Long ago and far away
I played on the white sands of the sea
my mission was mirth
Do you see my mirth?
sitting seemingly senseless
preoccupation is my companion
we sit here and dream
dreaming of distant words heard in the night
the night listens back
its a hollow sound
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Comments: 26
"we sit here, and dream..."
And what do you dream of?
outstanding.....sadly for me i understand it completely ........
Solskin, just some musing on my mind. Thank you.
Titled perfectly! Cleverly written. I especially like the last 2 lines.
Thank you John. Ahhh, clever, not sure I know clever.
beautiful!
This is beautiful, Chana!
Thank you Cheryl.
A hollow deafening sound indeed
Cleverly written, indeed.
Keep up the great work Chana!
Again, I don't think I know clever.
"Must we surrender to time? "... my favourite line of all.
A beautiful poem, as always.
I see your mirth and it IS good. This is soooo cool. And so peotically professional.
Thank you Robert.
Brilliantly written and thoughtful, dear Chanochka...
Shalom veahava - S.
I feel the swing of a large pendulum, cast back to the beach of night. We watch both the drifting at sea, and in the mind of the poet.
The Surreal Circus
Your narrator seems lost in the past through several poems now.
Thank you for posting this to The Surreal Circus.
This line
"preoccupation is my compassion" is a drawing that brings the poetic into focus to touch~
Thank you for posting to GutterGirls~
I love this one lots! A+ in my book.
Thanks for posting to my group, Anythingwriting
This is beautiful!
Thanks for posting to Writing Reservoir.
Don't ask me why but, for some reason, I was reminded of "The Dangling Conversation" by Simon and Garfunkle when I read this...
"... the room is softly faded... And I only kiss a shadow, I cannot feel your hand. You're a stranger now unto me -- lost in the dangling conversation and the superficial sighs -- the borders of our lives..."
Jean, that had not occured to me. I re-read it and you are right. There are definetly similarities in tone there. BTW, I love that song, Paul Simon was such a poet!
Your writing is truly blossoming!
If this is how it feels to be pensive, I want to feel that way, too. Lovely write despite any negativity behind the words. Thank you for posting to our group.