I am motionless, like you
breaking my own heart again
and again. a cyclical sun doesn’t care who I am
doesn’t care how bright.
it is just another near miss. teaching moments
stalk us like a predator
we track her prints through dense undergrowth
and she remains indefinable
I am still like you, while we speculate
if we should have designed
a plan when we saw the doorway
but, we are unwilling to lay down
our weapons. we are unwilling to open the door
while reprieve evades us,
film clips flash across the darkness
there are pictures we will not
forget,
reminders of why we break
our own hearts again, and again
we are the same, and you are my
negative
I am still, like you
© 8.26.2015 heather brager
Not often do I garner so much information in the first read through of a poem. Maybe it is that I know you so well by mind only for so many years. You really stuck this in the heart of so many relationships based on opposites attract. “Film clips flash across the darkness” damn woman, I have seen those film strips so many times, today they are old news but still they play.
ReplyDeleteThose clips are old news, while remaining just as psychologically and emotionally relevant as when they actually occurred. There are patterns in human behavior that even the most differing of personalities share... even in dissimilar relationships with unique individuals. Reminds me of the quote by Margaret Mead “Always remember that you are absolutely unique. Just like everyone else.”
ReplyDeleteIt's been so long since I have read you I feel as if I no longer know the language. I read this, return to read again. And again become lost in a foreign movie, all chiaroscuro, shadows pierced by brilliance. I love it.
ReplyDeleteFirst off, nice poetry and artwork. I was just reading a poem in The Mind[less] Muse and I came across your name. My name is Heath Brougher. I had to do a double-take when I saw your name because it's so similar to mine. I also noticed Donna Snyder commented on one of your poems. I happen to have a friend, Sarah Frances Moran, who is good friends with her. What weird coincidences this world holds!
ReplyDeleteThank you! A small world it certainly is...
ReplyDeleteDonna, I miss you! ... and am grateful you still read my snippets...
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