unrealistic expectations
recreating that which transpired ages ago
like piecing together an impossible puzzle
patching together squares of unrelated fabric
having no business being stitched together
there’s a timepiece strapped to my wrist
and I’ve no means of removing it
ticking like some roadside bomb
waiting for the perfect time to explode
I’ve nowhere to go except forward
strapped in boots and marching through
frozen grass icing over like a stream
old familiar territory once made of concrete
there’s a house up ahead I know it well
an old childhood friend used to live there
how many times I’ve been drawn inside
a world where I was always welcomed
it’s early but not too early
the sun arising
shining upon the front screen door
before I am able to knock
a child appears
our eyes meeting inquisitively
the child’s eyes give way to a man
about my own age
pushing open the door and telling me
he’s not been well
and that he’s been expecting me
april two thousand eighteen
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what inspired this?
it’s from a dream I had the other night
I like this
thank you
This is fantastic. I have visions of doppelgangers and death.
Thanks so much, Denise. I greatly appreciate you tweeting this one as well!
t’was my pleasure
“there’s a timepiece strapped to my wrist
and I’ve no means of removing it
ticking like some roadside bomb
waiting for the perfect time to explode”
Such an intelligent description. Amazing!
I’m happy you think so, Elle, thank you very much!
This is beautiful. You’re one of the best, you know — an extremely skilled poet.
Thank you very much for saying so, truly means so much to me.
Beautifully expressed!!
Thank you very much.