I keep reading this.
Later I come
back and read it
more. And with
never a thing
I can meaningfully
add. It is
strange and frustrating to
me, given how
the image shocks like a
deja vu, like
but always straightaway awake-and-fade
know I never actually had
is a memory-sensory malfunction. It is not
a combination of precognition and amnesia.
I'm afraid, in the falsely-recovered memory of this place.
Yet deeper than the memory, I know that
in the dream, I am not afraid. Never
afraid. My waking mind
knows it's all just tricks
of brain-lightning. I insist
I've never been there. I insist
I won't go back. The former
is just fact. The latter
is (I think) what scares me.
A Pocketful of Poesy was and is again a Poem-a-Day(-on-Average) Blog! For 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, and now for 2017 and going forward, you may expect to see 365 poems every year, 366 for leap years.
Try the RANDOM button, to sample the sometimes surprising breadth of quality (and in several Novembers, breathtaking quantity as well), or click the "ANY GOOD" label* for those poems labeled with it. On any poem, old or new, feel free to offer your remarkable insight or critical acumen.
*I haven't yet revisited many pockets and stretches of time to appraise and label the "any goods," so some are missing. Please feel free to point out omissions, or - especially - erroneous inclusions, in comments.