Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen

Monday, March 23, 2015


I tried to get you off my mind
You came to me in dreams instead
Awakened with you in my head

Convinced that I was not that kind
I told myself that I'd forget
Despite the years, I haven't yet

Afraid of feelings I might find
Avoided what I knew I knew
As I grew older, they grew too

Too far along to push rewind
A silly crush that wouldn't last
was relegated to the past

I wonder what I left behind
The passion I could never show
The part of me I'll never know.

submitted for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Play It Again Toads #5, Kerry's Sunday Form Challenge, Constanza


Marcoantonio Arellano (Nene) said...

unrequited love or just or a matter of not pursuing your passionate instinct?

Kerry O'Connor said...

The contemplation of things past and what might have been has universal appeal. I think your central stanza is a particularly strong pivot for the movement of the poem.

Anonymous said...

Can't help thinking about the past sometimes. Hope the present is esp., good - better than the past could ever have been.

brudberg said...

Love how you have executed your Constanza.. Somehow lingering on the past is emphasised in the form. Well done,

C.C. said...

"Avoided what I knew I knew"---you've described 'denial' to a tee!