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Tabla Rasa
by Uriel TovarI hold back
and breath in
hoping to hold on to some memories
but with you
I can wipe away time altogether--
cleaning the slate.
The grey goes black and the frame
of you stands stark and testimonial.
The seconds of your curves melt,
and I exhale the scent of our hours.
We belonged to the gods
before
and left our lives in their hands.
They crumbled away like the chalk
and left their white-tinted prints
on our hands.
We are legends.
our story is told in books--thin-papered--
in dark ink, like our mistakes
carved boldly.
Maybe we're better off this way.
Maybe Im better off beating on this drum
listening to the murmuring regurgitation
of your lies.
Yes, we had gods
but I only worshipped you. 09/04/2006 Posted on 09/04/2006
Copyright © 2025 Uriel Tovar
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Maria Terezia Ferencz on 09/05/06 at 12:51 AM Strange I wrote Tabula Rasa a bit ago, mine is how I can't forget and your is a "how to forget" I think I am going to try it your way....I really like this and I echo the feeling. Been there done that, problem is it does not last. |
| Posted by Curt Allday on 09/06/06 at 04:59 PM Hey I dig this, it echoes many of the sentiments from Camus's book, The Rebel. Check it out, if you haven't already. It essentially details how to rebel and nullify the presence of a "god" in one's life, but handles the concepts of rebellion overall. I think this poem is in line with many of its ideas. |
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