So this one needed to be re-written to address change circumstance. And just to make it artsy, interspersed is another poem. This was originally written 27 days after I began drinking coffee. In the edits, I am back to Christmas Eve 2012 when the theory was originally coming together.
I was only 3 days to the halfway point (60 days without coffee). 11 days till the mayan calendar winds down (this millinea anyway). For those of you keeping track, I have 20 pages left to edit in the book. Then I decide if I want to organize it and if not, it's on to publishing. Still on target for September.
I try to be a little artistic so I am taking the old poem and every other line is a new poem (lest you think all I do is recycle my material. I hope it formats right!
If this isn't love you'll have to tell me what is. But will you tell me?.
Title: Dark night dark thoughts/The Swimmer
I was forced to give you up
/I can almost picture him
when you challenged me
/Swimming for hours
I lie here sleepless
/Going nowhere the way he does
Thinking of your dark surface
/He is wearing my goggles
I remember how smooth it felt
/And listening to my headset
As I rolled it between my fingers
/Thinking that I don’t remember
how your hidden tendrals
/Motivated by the pain
wrapped around my heart
/That only I can give him
and the pain and bleeding
/Trying to figure how to recapture love
when i had to rip them loose
/That he cannot find without me
And now how many others
/attempting to outswim my memory
will share your warmth
/playing his game with the universe
the sweet bitterness of your taste
/he can't help writing poems to me
which i find myself denied
/never understanding the power that I have
i allow myself to think about you
/ the power of love
what it would be like to be with you again
/which is life and death
for a brief moment i am transported back
/death to the lover, life to the poet
then i am forced to face the truth
/and stronkes continues over and over
knowing that everyone else shares you
/until he is separated from the world
and the night is filled with darkness
/by water and memories
because the light of day
/of me and what we had
will certainly dawn without you
/when we shared mornings together
The original poem was a double entendre (or something like it, about the coffee I wasn't drinking.
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