Click here to hear the poet read his words:
no name
sometimes I waken in the night
from a dream or distant star
I hear you breathing close to me
but I’m not sure who you are
others too have walked with me
and held my crippled hand
but they are now just memories
no matter what they might have planned
so when my thoughts drift to the past
all the faces look the same
by the time I leave tomorrow
you too will have no name
you once whispered that you loved me
now your voice is strident loud
and very soon the rain will fall
from your small but bitter cloud
so when I waken in the night
from a dream or some place far
and hear you breathing close to me
I don’t care who you are
Sound Bite Fiction 
Loneliness can melt all past love into a shapeless vision of what love is. This is what I see in this poem-the longing for a love, any love, all love.
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Sorry I missed this comment, Bridgette, your words might well be close to the truth.
Thanks as always for visiting and sharing your thoughts.
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Well, that’s a bitter one.
But the language, as ever, deftly creates the mood of the poem.
And a reading to match.
So, bitter but good!
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I seem to have missed these comments, so a belated thank you for your kind words.
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