My use of that resonant word 'haunting' in the last, frivolous post, reminded me of the following poem. I'm afraid I haven't really been writing any new stuff lately - a few jottings only, nothing of substance. So, I have to delve back into my archive. I don't think I've shared this one with you yet - another of my deceptively simple 'list' poems, another one inspired by my breakup with The Poet. Yes, yes, you've seen it all before! Please be patient with me: I will have something new for you again in a while, I'm sure.
Haunted
Every hour, every day
I miss you
Everywhere I go, everyone I meet
I miss you
Everything I do, everything I say
I miss you
Every time I go to bed
I miss you
Every time I wake up
I miss you
In a taxi, on the subway, in the street
I miss you
Every meal, every drink, every cigarette
I miss you
Every song I hear
I miss you
Everyone I sleep with
I miss you
Anything I read, any time I write
I miss you
Every single thought, every single breath
I miss you
Every time the telephone rings
I miss you
And when the telephone is silent
I miss you
Every time I close my eyes
I see you
1 comment:
I wrote a list like this recently on a different subject. I much prefer yours.
"I'm afraid I haven't really been writing any new stuff lately - a few jottings only, nothing of substance."
Selfishly I hope you do write something more soon.
It may not be of use to share but I have a theory that fallow periods are essential. That in fact all sorts of thoughts are simmering in you that will emerge when you do final work again. Think of it as time to sieve life.
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