Poem - Stop Reminding Me

Stop Reminding Me

A single star
(or is it me?)
Washes ashore
(or does it flee?)
The shifting sands
(Always confusing me)
Reveal the dark sky
(what do I believe?)
Always touching; always separate
(as does the land and sea)
A metaphor for us
(a song for you and me)
A white cloud and a star
(is this how it must be?)
Another dream
(the only way I truly see)
Why must I think?
(the answer always escapes me)
A moment in time
(a moment to be free)
And yet it is forever gone
(Why couldn't it let me be?)

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light82 6 years ago from USA

Nice Poem. i like the dream part and how it is the way you only truly see. It reminds me of dreaming about someone you love, who is far away or unable to see them, and it's the closest you are able to be to them.


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The Suburban Poet 6 years ago from Austin, Texas Author

Thank you light... I was sitting on the back porch last night and saw an extremely vivid star that was all alone next to a wash of clouds that reminded of a sandy beach... that was all I needed....


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Petra Vlah 6 years ago from Los Angeles

You have to think of "the shifting sands" to understand the metaphor that will "let you be" and then you get "your moment in time (a moment to be free")

Great poem, Mark, questions and answeres "always separated (as does the land and sea)"


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The Suburban Poet 6 years ago from Austin, Texas Author

Thank you Petra... a poem written "after midnight" (JJ Cale/Eric Clapton reference)... just before bed in a sleepy state.... a contemplative time as you say goodbye to the day....


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RedElf 6 years ago from Canada

Moving words, SP! Interestingly crafted...I like the contrasts and the way you play with the textures of the words as well as the imagery.


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The Suburban Poet 6 years ago from Austin, Texas Author

Thank you RedElf... many times we write and then look back and wonder how it came to be that way.... the contrasts insisted on being a part...


scriber1 6 years ago

Your work reminds me of Michael Stipe of REM...........and that's high praise, indeed.


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Nellieanna 6 years ago from TEXAS

Like you, I don't gravitate to reading poetry, though writing it is part of my being.

This is a thought-provacative - and as you describe it - a contemplative one, SP.

These lines, to me, capture its essence and are my favorite lines. Their imagery, in fact, was some which I once expanded upon in a love poem of my own:

"Always touching; always separate

(as does the land and sea)"


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The Suburban Poet 6 years ago from Austin, Texas Author

Thank you Scribert... that is high praise indeed. I'll take that all day long...


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The Suburban Poet 6 years ago from Austin, Texas Author

Thank you Nellieanna for taking the time to comment on my poet. I appreciate your kind remarks.


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Nellieanna 6 years ago from TEXAS

My pleasure, SP.

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