Today I took a break from my novel to refresh my mind with other projects. One of the exercises I did was a poem I wrote. I hope you enjoy.
—
I awoke to fresh images
Of my mind’s stubborn attempt at
Creating her again for me
But mine’s a mind and nothing more
Those false and fickle images
Never ring true absolutely
Her golden hair is there, but wrong
Here eyes are a poor estimate
And mean, and mean, you’re never mean
Your shadow is darker than you
I recall your laugh as well as
I recall your drunken demon
And so you are to me a new
A caricature, not what I knew
And while the years of tears and fear
Dilute your memory, I will live on
—
Thank you for reading!
Cheers,
Caleb
