Ode
Ode
I have not seen you for years.
I write this poem for you
and no one hears its brevity
as the words go across
the page and down.
In a dream, I found
myself attempting to cross
a fallen tree over Old Seventy
Creek to get to you
in the dark, I imagine, with tears,
streaming down your cheek,
for I hear you sobbing,
but I do not get to you,
for I fall off and down,
though I do not hit the water.
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The words fall down the page as the tears run down and the speaker falls down forever without hitting bottom.
You have taken us into the dream with you. Such good work.
beautiful.
It is believed by many if you hit bottom in a dream, you die… Thanks for reading as always Gaby.
Thanks for going there with my words. I appreciate it… K. Bruce Florence.
Thanks, Jasmine for thinking or feeling that the poem is so…