04-24-2014, 11:31 PM
On this night I sit
in the back alley of dreams, of two-some minds (heard of three-somes but what is a two-some? This is vague)
in mid-spring bloom - right now (the minds are blooming?)
when we none of us can fail (at what? Surely not reading the future as in the next line?) or care
to know the future.
I knew your face before, it sang
beneath the shades of unsung trees (repetition of sang/unsung bit monotonous and what is an unsung tree anyhow?)
etched on my life line –
eyes for embers and mouth for mirror (alliterative but nonsensical)
covered with black velvet. (unclear what is covered here and why)
I started (up?) like a bird this night, a cooling drift
across my midriff; and all that was,
was fair, we've come
full circle.
I couldn’t garner much from the poem, someone sitting thinking about someone is basically all I took from it. Hope my notes help
Marianne
in the back alley of dreams, of two-some minds (heard of three-somes but what is a two-some? This is vague)
in mid-spring bloom - right now (the minds are blooming?)
when we none of us can fail (at what? Surely not reading the future as in the next line?) or care
to know the future.
I knew your face before, it sang
beneath the shades of unsung trees (repetition of sang/unsung bit monotonous and what is an unsung tree anyhow?)
etched on my life line –
eyes for embers and mouth for mirror (alliterative but nonsensical)
covered with black velvet. (unclear what is covered here and why)
I started (up?) like a bird this night, a cooling drift
across my midriff; and all that was,
was fair, we've come
full circle.
I couldn’t garner much from the poem, someone sitting thinking about someone is basically all I took from it. Hope my notes help
Marianne