Pieces Of Me

 

When we are children  

we say forever.

(I can remember being a small child)

Then when we grow up 

more and more. 

Often, we say never.

(And the first time I have ever felt love)

Let one throw the stone 

who claims its easy.

(I was so alone)

To see the invisible. 

To touch the intangible.

(I knew of nothing so pure)

Hollow be the name 

of the one 

I have yet to see.

(Always trying to get different perspectives)

 Every day seems to me,  

one more dream. 

Until she comes to be.

(Ill be by your side)

Of the flowers,  

tears birthed from me. 

Dew drops onto the grass, 

from the sea.

 

Reviews

[jen -- JG]

This is a good poem and is indeed pieces of a person. Yet I see it as two distinct poems.
Taking the whispers out, it reads as a child's thought and dreams.

Reading the whipers alone, they come across as a reflection from someone a little older who does remember the voice and yearnings of youth but who is now prepared to accept that things are different, and in seeking those different perspectives will remain by your side - even by the side of the youth that was.

Again, I may be seeing more than there is, but this is what I get from this poem.

Regardless, I liked it very much.

jen

[Catrinka]

Hi Brandon
I had to look back at your bio to see if it said how old you are (I know you are young, I'm guessing in your 20s?)
Anyway, this is an amazing piece, written with a maturity that I am sure is beyond your years. Simply a beautiful reflection of what is in your old soul. Great job!

[Alicia Isabella Lane]

Hauntingly beautiful and full of bittersweet yearnings, this was such an emotionally moving write. So subtly profound it consumed me! Some of the verses that struck the strongest chords were:

"Hollow be the name

of the one

I have yet to see.

(Always trying to get different perspectives)

Every day seems to me,

one more dream.

Until she comes to be."

Absolutely lovely!!!