“Something in My Eye” by Allison Smythe

[cinaed]

SOMETHING IN MY EYE

The world is writ in Braille but our hands
are tied behind our backs with finest cashmere.
And yet somehow we know:

Rivers wait for no one, mountains do not mourn,
there are no circles under the eyes of the ancient
hills nor will the silent canyon remember

when you walked it. Between spank and breath
the orchid of mortality is delivered, an unsigned
card pinned to the stem, the memory

of a kiss. The world is repeatedly stained
with ink spilled at twilight. When even dumb
cities bloom without regret like gladiolus

before they wither, what does it mean to wear
flesh, to learn the name of the dark
birds assembled on the wire like beads

on a rosary, time always running out
like a lover sprinting for the bus, the first

drops of 10,000-year-old rain just beginning
to darken the lapel of his fine woolen coat.

After you die... Reincarnated as Yourself After death, you will be reborn again as yourself. You will live the same life, unbeknownst to you. However, you will have vivid moments of déjà vu, as you probably have now.

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Comments

[ic789.livejournal.com]

Thanks for all of the good poetry. I knicked this from you and will be glad that you're reincarnated to spread more good writing and poetry around. Cheers!

[cinaed.livejournal.com]

Glad you're enjoying the poetry! I really love poetry so I'm glad to spread the love. :)

[schlicky.livejournal.com]

Hm. Apparently I'm going to be stuck in purgatory...

And I like that poem a lot.

[cinaed.livejournal.com]

*pats* Well, at least you'll probably get to meet interesting people in Purgatory, like Plato and Aristotle? ;) And yeah, I like this poem a lot too, especially the "10,000-year-old rain" idea. *grin*