Perhaps it was singing to fill our own ears
Or just spinning in circles for so long
Drumbeats cutting out the patterns for our years
Am I really the only one who ever gets curious
Oh to set the not knowing into past tense
But then who said we have to be serious
Nothing always did make the most sense
Sometimes it's not so great to be good at pretending
Although maybe I'm just fooling myself
Yes the double-triple meanings are unrelenting
Gonna fall; they're halfway off of the shelf
All I can think of is that maybe it's theft
When saying what you couldn't have meant
So much and so little of the time we have left
Or maybe that we've already spent
ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh Rachel I love this. The way you arranged the thoughts... So perfect. Halfway off the shelf... I love. And the setting not knowing in past tense. My favorite of your latest
ReplyDeleteThis is definitely my new favorite. Not that it replaces old favorites, but... Well, I won't elaborate on that right now...
ReplyDeleteThe opening stanza made me pause. It sounded familiar, yet I knew I had never read it before. As I read on, I felt this strange discomfort within my awe. Once I finished the poem, I realized what that strange feeling was. I was jealous. I wished that I had written this.
Cearra already pointed out what might also be my favorite individual lines. Yet, since each stanza works so well as a whole, it's hard for me to really pick out one line from another.
In short: Well done, Rachel.