Away
Away again, I'm missing you
And when I'll see you, I don't know.
I really don't know what to do.
I seem to see you for a few
Mere seconds, but then – poof! – you blow
Away again. I'm missing you.
Another night I must get through.
My thoughts meander to and fro.
I really don't know what to do.
I doodle or I write haiku,
Prosaic scraps I have to throw
Away again. I'm missing you.
I could watch "Captain Kangaroo"
Or "Friends" or "Simpsons" or – oh no,
I really don’t know what to do!
I need to stay alive for you,
Come back to you, and never go
Away. Again, I'm missing you;
I really don't know what to do.
~~
George J. Dance, 2007
George J. Dance, 2007
from Logos, and other logoi, 2021
[All rights reserved - used with permission]
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Bert Kaufmann, Loneliness, 2008. CC BY 2.0, Wikimedia Commons.
"... Prosaic scraps I have to throw // Away again ..." this statement, to me, lifts the poem into a literary realm. I quite like the use of the word 'prosaic'. I appreciate the thought provoking, repeated epistrophe, "I'm missing you." Isn't this exactly what we do when we are missing someone, unable to get this fact, this feeling, off of our mind. We try by occupying our mind in other pursuits however the attachment does not allow us to stray. A human psychological condition. Wandering thoughts, after the poem, thoughts of 'disassociation' come to mind, perhaps the adoption of a dissociative escape mechanism (just silly old me thoughts). Nevertheless, delightful yet anxiety ridden. Poetry is poetry when feelings are stirred. Enjoyable. Thank you for sharing.
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