I can see the distances growing,
The childhood rhymes fading,
The lollipop memories melting,
The irreversible gluey drops
That can’t be savoured nor
Saved for another day…
I can sense the gaping holes,
The frozen icicles in souls,
The rain-washed, lonely strolls,
The one-sided page left behind,
That can’t be imprinted nor
Scribed for another age…
I can see the fingers unwinding,
The held hands departing,
The dripping dreams returning,
The new green leaves curling
Back into their branches –
A picture of non-existence…
– May 15th, 2014
© Sana Rose 2014
An tour-de-force capturing and expressing the very quintessence of existentialism.
( Minor aesthetic note :- I wonder if the impact of the piece as a whole might gain some additional force if the very last line, ” a picture of non-existence were to be omitted ? )
Thank you Louis 🙂
Yes, perhaps it might, the last line was one that stalled me a bit before writing it. But I think it’s my usual way of making a poem self explanatory or conclusive. A loose end could make such a poem taper and look undone. And I tried but couldn’t come up with a better last line. I don’t know. 🙂 But so glad to see this is in the ICOP list of May… !!!