Pamela Davison


As Soon As I Get There - Poem by Pamela Davison

I can see through
The soggy afternoon,
Your words inspired
By ancient pines,
Sapping laughter,
And mining ingenuity.

Paper amusement,
Midnight pens,
Pause only for a moment,
To let me in.

I am nothing more than a mirage,
A psychedelic relief
Expressed on a napkin,
Then soaked in the marinade
Of memories
Not belonging to me.

Certified dreams,
Moonlit poise,
Pause only for a moment,
To let me in.

I’m half-naked,
A bellowing delight
In proof of Emerson’s
Wildest imaginings,
And once again,
Three times as happy.

Documented joy,
Beneath my tree of reality,
Sometimes I pause
To let me in.


Comments about As Soon As I Get There by Pamela Davison

  • (11/12/2005 10:36:00 PM)


    I'll get there when I get there. Thanks for the astute demonstation of a more evolved state of awareness. I'll let me get there yet. (Report) Reply

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  • (10/21/2005 10:16:00 AM)


    i wish that i could pause sometimes and let me in.. easier said than done!
    Great write
    HBH
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  • (10/8/2005 7:15:00 PM)


    Let yourself in, the only eternal reality. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, October 8, 2005

Poem Edited: Saturday, October 8, 2005


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