Deja vu
There is a freak happening in life no one understands
Something not spliced in our DNA strands
There are people in situations you meet
You feel like you have met in the street.
You feel like you rehearsed the encounter
The clothes you wear you wore at the counter
What you say you said it then and now
Even the subject about which you meet, but how?
Subconsciously you wonder if this is deja vu
Whether the power of premonition is true
The feeling is so out of body, so alien
You want to say to your interlocutor "Hey Ellen! "
at the risk of appearing to have lost your marbles
The phenomenon is strange but a marvel
So it is that some of the poets on PH
I have met at the dining hall, the DH
Have i met you somewhere wordsmith?
Yes, you who read my poems like
William Wordsworth?
Beautiful description of dejavu expression and metaphorical plotting of marbles and ph and dh court running out of seeming as if lived before. Beautiful words.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
There is a strange soul connection with the soul we meet in day to day life. Very well written poem. Probably our souls crossed the path at PH. 🙂