Wednesday, April 21, 2010

petal tracks

the illusion of time,
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:


  1. Lovely and sad photos.
    Great poem.

  2. kass, i didn't think the photos were sad until i put that smokey clip with them.

  3. Hi,

    I 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.

  4. 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!

  5. Dear Yogi Standing on your head,

    Poetry 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.



  6. T, what a nice compliment! i've never had anyone save any of my poems before, besides me. i'm honored.

  7. Good poem. Funny how the day we sleep through today soon becomes the yesterday we pine for.

  8. kirk-you got it, in spades. whatever that means!

  9. Time goes, you say? Ah no!
    Alas, Time stays, we go.
    ~Henry Austin Dobson