They were just gone

[pjthompson]

From the notebooks, May 13, 1998, a revision of a poem from February 1992:



“They Were Just Gone”

In her dreams did she see the baby already born,
laughing as it tottered stiffly through rooms
of imagination? Or did she dream of oceans
rising and falling like the fluid in her womb,
gently whispering as the waves came to shore?

Did she hear the wave of mud rushing down
the hill, sweeping up trees and pushing boulders
as it came in on her? Or did it move silently,
subtly, liquid whispers through the wall, until
crashing through on her and the father and the child?

“They never knew what hit them. They were just gone.”

Do they dream still of life as they once knew it,
or life as it should have been, those three together,
or wonder why their dreams are restless and endless,
floating forever beneath the sea, beneath the sea,
beneath the crashing waters of the sea?

Comments

[stillnotbored.livejournal.com]

Once I stopped crying, I wondered why you don't sell any of these.

This poem is excellent. The vast majority of the poetry you post is excellent. I'm serious about that, Ms. PJ.

[pjthompson]

Thank you, Jaime. I never tried selling them. They were gathering dust in the notebooks and the harddrive. So I just decided to share. I guess now that I've given up my FNASR it would be even harder. :-)

[geniusofevil.livejournal.com]

wow, another really moving poem.

[pjthompson]

Thank you.