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Virtual Yearning

I have stumbled across a new passion: writing. It is proving to be insightful and rewarding.

virtual-yearning

Ask me what time is like.
It’s cold, it’s calculated, it’s spliced.
It coils and hisses like a greedy old snake.
It’s black, it’s swift, it keeps me awake.

Ask me about being in the moment.
Ascending, transcendent, or dormant?
What about ripples and reflections?
Gone on to eternity mirrored by imaginings.

Ask me about affection.
It is an echo of love.
Intimate adoration, respectful tenderness.
Consecrated rapture of the heart.

Ask me about hope.
Is there a time and place for us?
Remind me of passionate warmth.
Hold me tight.

Ask me about when.
Stand beside me, be inside me.
We may not yet exist.
We may have already been.


© 2020 Laurie S Novak

Comments

Laurie S Novak (author) from Michigan on September 22, 2020:

Thank you, Lorna! I totally enjoyed writing this one. Took me a while, though.

Lorna Lamon on September 22, 2020:

The mysteries of life are not always easy to comprehend. I loved this poem which questions various aspects of our lives in beautiful poetry.

Laurie S Novak (author) from Michigan on September 21, 2020:

I really like this poem, Lora! Thank you for the compliment. I enjoy writing soo much!

Lora Hollings on September 20, 2020:

This is a very thought provoking poem, Laurie. Your poem touches on existential questions that many of us think about in our lives. And I especially like the last verse. It reminded me of this quote by W. Shakespeare, “We are such stuff as dreams are made on, and our little life is rounded with a sleep.” Excellent poem!