Dreaming Out
within my circle, i have become,
invisible to this world.
life outside it continues without hesitation,
my tangential friends
have ceased to hear my cries.
as my existence dissolves into shadow,
i realize the pain of living in anamnesis,
and it is often too great to bear.
the paradox revealed is my circle's size,
it's much too small to share
so alone i stand within,
dreaming out.
longing for the wings of your breath
to set me free.
My God, that poem is staggeringly beautiful, as is the picture.
As long as we’re sharing poetry…
I caught an episode of “Monk” this morning. If you’re not familiar: one of the themes, and in fact the very definition of Monk’s character is the death of his wife. There was a scene where Monk is sharing one of his wife’s poems with his therapist. It made me think of you, so here it is:
The snows that burn away
Like tears of God
Reveal the world anew
We are reborn
Nothing is lost forever
...not bad for a fictional character.
She was like a classic movie star.
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