Kafka on the beach


I look over my shoulder
for the time that's been
moments and people
that will never come again

then you come oh Melancholy
reminding that the past
is a butterfly of history
which is impossible to catch

because truth is

you can remember
you can miss

but you can only once exist.

________________________

then Kafka on the beach
taught me something else
the things you have experienced
will stay longer than a scent

because the soul is like a library
with room for them we love
so if they disappear

they can still be near.




Poetry by C-F Haegring
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Written on 2011-04-13 at 08:15

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NicholasG
An indubitable truth, well stated, and enjoyed.
Thanks,
Nick
2011-04-13