I wade in; I float near Not myself- who's that there? Can't be me; won't free me Else, I'd drift out to see No windows- no wind blows Stale thoughts heave in death throes This place's strange faces Fill the spaces tightly Swift pacing, mind racing Dreams fleeted yet chasing Depleted, now seated, Truth meted to me In pieces, heart ceases As time's s~l~o~w~flow~increases Mirroring their familiar Conciliar decree Stern strangers, deranged- Or? Portending no danger to An ending upending their Unbending decree As my eyes recognize them And my selfs humanize them I realize now that the stranger in my mirror is me
d’Verse Open Link Night #297
For this OLN at d’Verse, I’d like to share one of the last poems that I wrote before I started adding images to all of my blog posts (which is something that all bloggers should do if they want to attract readers). I wrote this poem in late of October of 2020; it’s got a bit of a surreal flavor to it.
The photo that I found to accompany the poem is that of a person floating in the Dead Sea… it feels perfectly suited to the poem – it’s not a work of surrealist art – but rather an actual photograph.