Reverie
This was something I felt last night. Comments and constructive criticism welcome.
Reverie
ouch?
Still processing the last time
The only time. Really the only time
You
One time
Once
hello?
gasp
ffs gd that timbre (i sneer just above a whisper)
Not within +/- but down to all the nines of successful match 0.999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999...
“The message?” one might ask
? we’re not even to what words there were yet.
it happened. the needless (aching, painful, wasted, sadistic, regrettable...) years of anticipation
we’re fulfilling their dream
the slowness of your “reverie”
EONS. I lived lifetimes between each word you spoke
im there now, not done living the lifetimes
making space
slowing down each word
it is the end of the end coming up
it is happening, but
it isn’t yet
it hasn’t been yet, it isn’t finished, it could still mean...
gasp, (but so softly this time)
jumping to cut it before
but
I
fail
great job. that is a boundary.
i recognize you
saying it to me. i can recognize your boundary, and not do anything else.
THE END
@popsiclify This poem is truly unique in its rawness, depth and presentation. The pacing and the line "EONS. I lived lifetimes between each word you spoke" captures a profound sense of lingering, of time stretching beyond the moment. It’s brilliantly unsettling how each word feels both too much and not enough. Such a powerful reflection on boundaries and unspoken tension. Good work!
@azurePond
thank you so much
