"I think the most joyful thing is to pay attention:
to have been there then, to be here now."
others thank Viggo
Namal Wanthrige writes:
"This is the first poem I have written in 12 years - I always held back, because I believed that the end result was all important -- in my new found maturity I know that the process, and being aware of it is far more important."
Memories of that potency
Which is now more powerful?
The memory or the potency;
I only see myself move, reflected -
He, the static constant.
Made so by me.
So much easier that, to live with,
Easier if he was a locked door without
Instead of a welcoming curtained
Revealing, with the breeze my possible tomorrow.
The agony of that love, now, is
But the pain of the lost possibilty
drips out of me
I am stained by the knowledge
that I didn't walk through
That I never felt the caress of
that soft curtain,
that I didn't even see the damn thing -
So busy was I, looking at myself.
With the whip of
Self - loathing.
submitted 24 May 2005
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