3a.m.

 

 

it usually happens at 3 a.m.
the dream finds me lucid
the hunger rising up from my depths
an ache indescribable.

it is bitter morning
another day thats forgotton you.
i'm all eyes and bones
tight jaws and flesh.

i try to focus on your words.
i try to be that light you spoke of.
"the gift he gave to this world."
(your smile lives in those words)

but i am only crocodile tears
yearning for ways to express
the mad beauty of you.
For that i am wholly inadequate.

Reviews

[Tim McGovern]

" another day that's forgotten you"
Man that's a powerful line, no matter who or what this poem is about it hits on all cylinders.
An achingly beautiful and honest read
Nice job
Thank you
Tim

[J.P.O.et]

I agree with Kara I felt this was about him but I also got this religion thing with
'the gift he gave this world', but he could have said that about you
and that is beautifull
I fely myself wanting more from this piece, I wanted to know about your ache
that wakes you at 3am, once again as Kara said is he someone you lost
Great last verse and the feeling of being inadequate, we all feel like that
This is really a great piece open to a lot of interpretation, Thanx Tara
J.P.O.et

[Kara Emily Krantz]

is this a tribute to Him? to God? or to someone you have lost? I really don't need an answer, I was just throwing my thoughts out there... because this was very moving and poignant, and you have some great word choices.

"it is bitter morning
another day thats forgotton you."

Loved that. One suggestion might be to write it "another day that has forgotten you," since then you throw away the need for punctuation, and you spread the words apart more, lending them more individual meaning, you know?

"yearning for ways to express
the mad beauty of you.
For that i am wholly inadequate."

Beautiful. Gorgeous. Loved Loved Loved that ending. great job!

[My Name is Brenda and I..]

Hi Tara

Each time I read your poem it had a different meaning for me. It is wonderful. There was only one line that "stopped" me:
another day thats forgotton you

I don't know why but I stumbled on this line each time I read it.

Thanks for send the poem to me. Brenda