Dreamer
For we, being ghosts, cannot catch hold of things.
—Louis MacNeice
Ran its course overhead in June
And the stand of Maples sung
All night in the wind like a waterfall
And you were so lovely then
In your white dress
So lovely
You have scarred me ever since
And on those pale June evenings
We ate meals with tomato slices
Big enough to fill the plate
And went to bars and drank
We were young and stupid then
And I was liable to do anything
But you rescued me and saved me
And here I am…
Still a dreamer, unable to grasp
What I have and who I am.
Simple diction, vivid imagery, deep meaning.
This is poetry!
thank you, @poeticnest
☺
Nice poetry
What i have and who i am.
Thought provoking line.
thanks, @khalidniazi
Love and the process of self discovery perhaps.
Yes, painful as it is :)
Ghosts..👻
we are - we can't bear very much reality
Excellent poem @johnjgeddes.
thanks
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