Over at Integral Options, WH shares an interview The Guardian, UK reporter Stuart Jeffries did with Slavoj Zizek. The name of Zizek's book, Living in the Ends of Times intriqued me, and inspired the muse to awaken in poetry.
So, just so you don't think I'm blue or lost in reminiscing old loves and lovers, I truly have no idea for whom or about whom this poem is written. I just let the muse write through me! :)
Time Unravelling
Living in the ends of time
unravelling
backwards
I fall into remembering
you
were so forgettable
I no longer remember
your parting
touch
drifting into a farewell
I have long forgotten
how we met
then said good-bye
did you walk away
or did I turn my back
for just a moment too long
mistaking
the ring
of bells tolling
binding me
in a knot
that could not keep
the matrimonial vows
from coming
undone
I bid you
stay
you bid me
adieu
and walked
away
into a dusty sunset
while I stood facing
the dusty
rose of sunrise
splitting
the back of night.
Living in the ends
of time
unravelling
the knots
that keep me looking
back
I turn towards the sun
letting go
of gravity
pulling me down
with time
unravelling.
3 comments:
Interesting to think about "living in the ends of time", how they might look.
"splitting/ the back of night": wonderful image!
just adored the beautiful optimism of this poem louise. simply loved it.
lots of love.
love the rhythm
and beautiful melancholy
and the letting go
.....always the letting go:)
-Jennifer
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