Dreams coalesce
on clouds that hover overhead
I see you there
and am falling in love
over and over and over again
life’s tragedy is
I’ll never get so near you
as I am now
you’ll always be out there
and I’ll never know where
the natural tint of your skin
the carefully crafted bobbed hair
eyes wide, sentimental and sad
another world
a pool
of dreams and memories and history
let me fall in
and drown there
soaking in it all
on the train
one body is pushed up against another
a tight fitted crowd, tepid and humid
and you
so close
I can feel your heat
when the train jostles
you even fall into me
the slightest of smiles
as you glance in my direction
then look away and down
your lips still coy
as you pretend
I’m not there
this close
yet world’s apart
the train stops
the doors slide open
the cool air rushes in
you slip out with the stream of passengers
and leave me behind with nothing
except the mark you made
somewhere underneath
and there
you won’t be forgotten.
– matt at shadowofiris
Gorgeous Matt…
You won’t be forgotten either…
Nice one
You pen such lovely writes and no one will forget you as well.
Matt, You have to tell me the background of this poem, I’m burning with curiosity! Please.
Kind regards, Agent Snowflake.
Agent Snowflake said: “You have to tell me the background of this poem,”
I’ll never tell.
Hi Matt, Thank you for your comments, I am glad you took time to encourage me in my evil ways of writing when I should be posing as a happy little bureaucrat. I love the definition of bureaucracy you quoted and I am glad you started your own life away from such schlepp. My choice to remain in bondage is freely made because my inability to become a private business-woman makes self-employment impossible – esp. with my genes, all family members who tried self-employment made a mess – so I prefer to be the fly in the administrative salve of a Government Department – I feel they need an inner voice of conscience – and the structure they provide changes my life into an exciting criminal one because every good, rational, creative thing I do is illegal – thus it becomes such a challenge to do the right thing – knowing it could lead to serious punishment and still getting away with it – marvelous!
“The terms bureaucrat, bureaucratic, and bureaucracy are clearly invectives. Nobody calls himself a bureaucrat or his own methods of management bureaucratic. These words are always applied with an opprobrious connotation. They always imply a disparaging criticism of persons, institutions, or procedures. Nobody doubts that bureaucracy is thoroughly bad and that it should not exist in a perfect world.” — Ludgwig von Mises