Where I Am Now
—Camus
On this February night
Mere thoughts can’t touch you
Neither can my mind
You are so far beyond me now
You changed what we once were
Part of me is here and part there,
Where you are now.
And memory paints in watercolors
Soft as the mist outside
As days go on the winter
And my heart slowly divide
With ice and melting snow
Outside my window every night
I’ve been in my own limbo
And forgotten my own life
Yet, beyond the window you wait,
In mist and melting ice
When nothing is making sense
On this February night.
Not sure I have an encouragement in words how perfect that imagery is. You’re a pretty good writer, John. :)
thank you, lydon :)
How wonderful! ... and such thoughts are close to me ... Thank you, I support, of course! Also I write, but not in the English ... ah!
some of my favourite poets don't write in English...Pasternak, Lorca :)
Do you read them in the original? Your poem reminded Pasternak's poems: "February, get ink and cry" ... And my poems in any too sad ... ah!)
I took slavics in university but can't speak fluently - Have a reading knowledge of Spanish - much better with French and German - 7yrs of Latin, but no one speaks that, lol
У меня все намного хуже) И родной русский я плохо знаю ... Это безответственно ...
Не за что - Я плохо говорю по-русски :)
Because life itself is like that.
Always beyond the windows, melting away.
so true...
Beautiful poem. Thank's.
A poem that touch... very good work👌 and the truth the nights of February have always been difficult in all aspects of life
so true...
I love your poem and the painting is beautiful is a great contribution I like your work a greeting I follow you ..!
You will be yours and I love you very much. Thank you. I followed and hoped for the next post.
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"And memory paints in watercolors
Soft as the mist outside" ... killer line. A well-composed and highly expressive write all round:)
thanks, Pryde
Very Nice ! But I don't understand why your mind can't touch her...
sometimes relationships are beyond logic :)