the illusion of time,
sifted in our minds,
makes us crazy for tomorrow,
whine and pine for yesterday,
and sleep through today.
sifted in our minds,
makes us crazy for tomorrow,
whine and pine for yesterday,
and sleep through today.
and in keeping with the "flash from the past" theme:
Lovely and sad photos.
ReplyDeleteGreat poem.
kass, i didn't think the photos were sad until i put that smokey clip with them.
ReplyDeleteHi,
ReplyDeleteI believe you said you like Dorothy Parker? This came to me from the Academy of Poets "Poem-a-Day". This is certainly one of her longer ones.
The Passionate Freudian to His Love
by Dorothy Parker
Only name the day, and we'll fly away
In the face of old traditions,
To a sheltered spot, by the world forgot,
Where we'll park our inhibitions.
Come and gaze in eyes where the lovelight lies
As it psychoanalyzes,
And when once you glean what your fantasies mean
Life will hold no more surprises.
When you've told your love what you're thinking of
Things will be much more informal;
Through a sunlit land we'll go hand-in-hand,
Drifting gently back to normal.
While the pale moon gleams, we will dream sweet dreams,
And I'll win your admiration,
For it's only fair to admit I'm there
With a mean interpretation.
In the sunrise glow we will whisper low
Of the scenes our dreams have painted,
And when you're advised what they symbolized
We'll begin to feel acquainted.
So we'll gaily float in a slumber boat
Where subconscious waves dash wildly;
In the stars' soft light, we will say good-night—
And "good-night!" will put it mildly.
Our desires shall be from repressions free—
As it's only right to treat them.
To your ego's whims I will sing sweet hymns,
And ad libido repeat them.
With your hand in mine, idly we'll recline
Amid bowers of neuroses,
While the sun seeks rest in the great red west
We will sit and match psychoses.
So come dwell a while on that distant isle
In the brilliant tropic weather;
Where a Freud in need is a Freud indeed,
We'll always be Jung together.
tregina, thanks. i hadn't seen this one, and i do like it. i can think of any number of people i could send it to!
ReplyDeleteDear Yogi Standing on your head,
ReplyDeletePoetry is a passion of mine and I love to share this love with fellow (what is the feminine of fellow, I wonder?) poetry lovers. Your occasional poems are marvelous and I have copied several into my desk top poetry file. Thank you.
Namaste,
T
T, what a nice compliment! i've never had anyone save any of my poems before, besides me. i'm honored.
ReplyDeleteGood poem. Funny how the day we sleep through today soon becomes the yesterday we pine for.
ReplyDeletekirk-you got it, in spades. whatever that means!
ReplyDeleteTime goes, you say? Ah no!
ReplyDeleteAlas, Time stays, we go.
~Henry Austin Dobson
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