Where Nowhere Goes
written by: Alan David Gould
That having had a connection with you at all
was only the tenderest chance
in a lifetime punctuated with remembrances
adrift in the longest sea I have ever known
Memories that hang from me
like loosely draped telephone wire during sleep
Upstarts in a billowy bulge of dreams
flowing where nowhere goes
That was all I really wanted to say
My other words just forming a current around those barely visible stones
upon which I rested with you for a moment.
NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR:
A poem dedicated to the memory of my mother.
Alan David Gould is a composer, writer and poet residing in Sarasota, FL. Gould is putting the finishing touches on a first anthology of collected poems, soon to be published. He is also writing a book of educational essays for musicians, a journal and dream journal, composing orchestra and chamber work for film and performance and tackling the remix of 40 years worth of original singer-songwriter material.
Latest posts by Alan David Gould (see all)
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