beano

On Things Now Lost.

Those things now lost or never owned
Like memories of wings or our water’s sleep
Linger unobserved in peripheries of light;
Flitting like moths between vacant moments.
Until we half-remember a smothered dream
Of oceans and broad blown beaches;
That sprawl of endless nothings
Hinting of landscape without edge
And building without design.
It’s in here we exist, and with pebbles
That we search through time for forms,
And spin both labyrinth and twine.

Comments5

  • yellowrose

    Lovely words ) a beautiful poem .

    • beano

      Thank you!

    • Surucipe

      Beautiful read - thanks for sharing.

      • beano

        Thank you!

      • rebmasters

        Absolutely beautiful 🖤

        • beano

          Thank you!

        • L. B. Mek

          that double edged, yield
          we manifest
          with our life's blinkered, toiling...
          a wonderful read, thanks for sharing

          • beano

            Thank you dear poet!

          • dusk arising

            Such vision and image are our dreams made upon.

            • beano

              Thank you!



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