The poem I didn’t write yesterday

[PrinceMyshkin]

The poem I didn’t write yesterday,
like a love affair passed up
out of morality or cowardice
(and who can always tell one
from the other?)–-the poem
I didn’t write yesterday
will always be there in the shadows
of my other poems, like that lover
there in the corner with me
and whatever love I find.

She (the lover I find) will notice me
from time to time
gazing toward a corner of the room
or out the window
with a vague, preoccupied glance
and she will wonder, perhaps
(as will I), What is he thinking of?
What is he thinking of
now?






Jerry Newman © 04Nov07

[symphony]

Hmmmmmm.....

[ampoule]

Tell me, Prince, tell me what you are thinking of.
Is it a poem not written or a longing for love?
As for me, I'm done, I've thrown in my hat,
Poems replace love, tit-for-tat.

(Silly, I know.)

[TheFifthElement]

The poem I didn’t write yesterday,
like a love affair passed up
out of morality or cowardice
(and who can always tell one
from the other?)–-the poem
I didn’t write yesterday
will always be there in the shadows
of my other poems, like that lover
there in the corner with me
and whatever love I find.

She (the lover I find) will notice me
from time to time
gazing toward a corner of the room
or out the window
with a vague, preoccupied glance
and she will wonder, perhaps
(as will I), What is he thinking of?
What is he thinking of
now?






Jerry Newman © 04Nov07

This is a lovely poem Jerry, it has just the right tone, almost as though the speaker is whispering, or talking to himself perhaps. 'What is he thinking of' indeed! It is a question that, whenever we watch someone who doesn't know they are being watched, we can ask and ask and ask; and sometimes ask of ourselves too in that moment when we realise we have been drifting, as though asleep, and realise we've no idea what we've been thinking about.

There is a longing there too. And regret. And fear, perhaps, that the one great 'poem' (love) we've had has passed us by, and that the memory of it, the tantalising 'what could have been' will always linger over everything that follows.

In fact there is a great deal in the undertone of the poem that, the more I read it, the more it seems to say. Yes, I like this a great deal.

[PrinceMyshkin]

In fact there is a great deal in the undertone of the poem that, the more I read it, the more it seems to say.

That is possibly because many (but not all?) poems are written in collaboration with our under-consciousness which employs various stratagems to sneak its message in past the editor-conscious...

Many thanks for your appreciative remarks. It's always an unfathomable question to me to what extent this or that poem is written to serve my need to say, and my need to be heard - and appreciated.

[Scheherazade]

[B][INDENT][INDENT]The poem I didn’t write yesterdayI won't write it today either.

;)

[CdnReader]

The poem I didn't write yesterday
flutters still in the backrooms of my mind....
a faint movement of words, phrases,
that wants to be noticed,
even if it is doomed to
remain unwritten.

[SleepyWitch]

like a love affair passed up
out of morality or cowardice
(and who can always tell one
from the other?)–-




heehee, I like these lines. it's soooo true :)