Confessions

This poem touches on a couple of areas of physics. As a poet, science fascinates me because so much of it is explained through metaphor, as in poetry. Oh, yes, this is also a love poem.

 

Confessions

“i awoke before the sun came up”

was such a lie

since my mind never sleeps

(the dreams of crashing cars)

and only sometimes can i tell

the difference between dreaming and not,

(as in making love while 70),

and then “arose” this other problem

because galileo showed we

aren’t the centers of the solar system,

although i often think

that you are my center,

and thus the jealous sun,

far from rising,

sits still, alone and bored.

but i really meant to explore

how we still get chills from

kisses on the nape

and so even though i know

that light acts like both

particles and waves,

i also know that i

love what i see

when i see you.

 

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sanberdooboy

I've been writing mostly poetry for many years and have gotten a number of works accepted in publications and anthologies. I'm most interested in communicating with poets for whom craft is a high priority. I enjoy finding and commenting on poetic gems in other people's work. For my own work, I welcome polite comments, whether positive or critical.

2 thoughts on “Confessions”

  1. Thank you so much for sharing this with me! This line was particularly exquisite: “…and only sometimes can i tell / the difference between dreaming and not.”

    I have grown quite fond of “stream of consciousness” poems. They help us find our way back to the heart of things, when we drift and cling to the outskirts. Great work here.

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