Maybe you were sentto remind me of my bellyfull of bold assertions,or perhaps you were meantto paint my dreamssuch that I remember what I am.You are part of what liesbeyond the here,and now I've found a circle.Maybe the aliens burnt you in the dirt,fueling you with enough evidencethat I believe you.
Gentle Readers, today is the anniversary of the Roswell thing, so I give you my perennial-favorite poem. "Roswell" was published in my first book, Responsive Pleading, which can be purchased via Amazon or directly from yours truly.
You weave the images of the 'Roswell thing' so tightly within the threads of human relationships in this piece. We do not have to go far to find alienation, or to seek its opposite.
ReplyDeleteI adore "perhaps you were meant to paint my dreams such that I remember who I am." Brilliant.
ReplyDeleteReally lovely read.
ReplyDeleteRoswell...will we ever know the truth? Perhaps the assumptions of an alien visit are all we need.
ReplyDeleteDeceptively simple and beautifully deep.
ReplyDeleteAh.. the mystery of that Roswell thing.. a deeper purpose maybe. Or maybe it's a mirage.
ReplyDeleteVery nice. It does make one wonder.
ReplyDeleteStill my very favorite of your poems. Still the one that leaves me with butterflies in my tummy and hope in my heart.
ReplyDeleteI still find this one compelling, provoking thought and consideration of what might be.
ReplyDeleteLove the mystery of "perhaps" in this piece.
ReplyDeleteI really like this! Very cool.
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