Some of these poems are autobiographical, some are entirely fictional, and some are a mixture of both. The intention is art rather than self-expression. I don't allow factual details to get in the way of poetry! (I do seek emotional truth.) They are works in progress, and may be subject to revision without notice. Completed versions appear in my books. Nevertheless copyright applies to all texts found here. Copyright also applies to almost all photos posted here, most of which are my own, though a few are licensed under Creative Commons.
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16 January 2013
The fence between present and past
has many names.
It is called linear time, it is called
impossible, it is called death.
Driving home on a sunny afternoon,
I pass the turn-off
to Pottsville, where we used to live
and I dream of taking that road
back to our old life in our old home
and finding you there
waiting, smiling to welcome me in.
You would be at your computer
or maybe already cooking ...
we would hug.
But I drive on past that turn-off
knowing the road to the past is barred.
Across it is a high, invisible fence
I can't drive through.
I would find myself diverted, back
to the present in which you don't exist.
Submitted for Poets United's Verse First - Fence