I’ve always been one to stare
at the sunrise and sunset, the days
slipping out of and into their
respective bedsteads.
But true horizons are funny things.
They are 360-degree dreams
like Dorothy’s Kansas,
flat and unattainable except
in books or feel-good movies.
Perhaps I stand and scan
those horizons, those reclining
brushstrokes of something
always out of reach,
the encircling collection
of a great artist’s vanishing points,
of all our todays and tomorrows,
because I wish to grasp that
there is a beginning and
there is an end to everything.
And in my life there are things
I can never touch, ever,
until they reach out
to touch me first.
– Joseph Hesch
© 2014, poem, Joseph Hesch, All rights reserved
JOSEPH HESCH (A Thing for Words) is a writer and poet from Albany, New York , an old friend of Bardo and a new core team member. Joe’s work is published in journals and anthologies coast-to-coast and worldwide. He posts poems and stories-in-progress on his blog, A Thing for Words. An original staff member at dVerse Poets Pub website, Joe was named one of Writers Digest Editor Robert Lee Brewer’s “2011 Best Tweeps for Writers to Follow.” He is also a member of the Grass Roots Poetry Group and featured in their 2013 poetry anthology Petrichor Rising.
Lovely poem, Joseph.
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Yes, there is something reciprocal about touching and being touched by the world, and others. Thank you!
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Requited life well set in poetry.
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Wonderful poem, beautifully painted. I love the reference to the “vanishing point” – a two dimensional expression of a multi-dimensional universe.
(My aside to:
“I wish to grasp that
there is a beginning and
there is an end to everything”.
. . . can’t grasp it cuz it aint there – We are in eternity!)
Your last stanza is my favorite. Wow!
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