What is here and what
is now is real.
What was there and what was
then is real.
Here I feel it, in its truest
form; a touch, a word,
a whisper.
There I felt these things too,
but now they are a constant,
not quite a fact.
To have a split heart
makes one wonder,
where does her love really lie?
Here and now,
There and then,
my heart does not understand these
terms.
__________________ "criticism is as inevitable as breathing"
~Eliot
__________________ Whoever we are, wherever we're from, we shoulda noticed by now, our behavior is dumb. And if our chances expect to improve it's gonna take a lot more than tryin' to remove the other race, or the other whatever, from the face Of the planet altogether.--Frank Zappa
Whatever you say, Gretchen. I guess I'll consult the Gods of Subjectivity.
__________________ Whoever we are, wherever we're from, we shoulda noticed by now, our behavior is dumb. And if our chances expect to improve it's gonna take a lot more than tryin' to remove the other race, or the other whatever, from the face Of the planet altogether.--Frank Zappa
i understand it. it is a confusing predicament. the feeling of the past reminding and disturbing the present.
That would be my guess. Though I don't know, or claim to know much about poetry, I can honestly say that I like this one. Written very well, from what I can tell.
I would try and write some poetry, but wouldnt even know where to begin. For that reason I respect anyone knows how, and is creative enough to do so. Cheers to you.[/rant]