Thursday, February 19, 2009


by Joann Renee

here gone
in out
tangible memory
sun shade
you me

darkness illuminates most
if not all
nows—the elusive yes
I exist
the present is not
lost fiction

too fast
too often
with no recognition
I’m gone

another breath
another baby cries
another angel gets it’s wings
and another me appears
with a similar song

me you
shade sun
memory tangible
out in
gone here

1 comment:

Sarah said...

Just FYI, the photographs I have of you and I, are some of my favorites of all time. I know your poem is deeper than the obvious title, but nevertheless, you+me=priceless.