Memories of you, of us, obscured and steeped in a blur of dusty fog and fuzzy cobwebs. Shadows of a distant past — sometimes half-forgotten — sometimes half-remembered but always just out of reach like missing pieces of a dream that likely belonged to someone else.
Today at the dVerse Poets pub it's Sestina time! This complex form contains six stanzas, each with six lines and concludes with a three line envoi. The pattern of the form is as follows: 1. A,B,C,D,E,F 2. F,A,E,B,D,C 3. C,F,D,A,B,E 4. E,C,B,F,A,D 5. D,E,A,C,F,B 6. B,D,F, E,C,A 7. BE, DC, FA (The envoi of three [...]
I sense them trying to form. the sudden, mad syllabic rush as if each thought is battling to be voiced in unison. A thunderous blast of wordlessness everything and nothing — an aborted cacophony — utterances never to be heard, over a blur of muted tears.
I almost called you today when a song came on the radio that reminded me of the "us" in my mind's eye; the us that lives exclusively and forever in my heart then I remembered (how could I forget?) you don't care like I do and that you don't think of me "that way" and [...]