I Dreamed That I Was Young By ERIKA BEAVER (imitation)

I Dreamed That I Was Young

 By ERIKA BEAVER

I dreamed that I was a baby: new to the world

At the beginning of my prime, when company

Was mine, cat-playful, and starting off curled

Before my leaves began to go a stray.

My lack of knowledge and understanding,

So much room for my mind and body

To grow. When will I start walking?

And then running in the yard with my doggy?

I wished I was older, so wise and full of knowledge.

My cozy teddies are sleeping by my side.

Once lay: I roll over to the beds ledge,

Not knowing how old I will be when I die.

Poem of the Day: I Dreamed That I Was Old

Posted: Sun, 19 May 2013 00:00:00 -0600

I dreamed that I was old: in stale declension   

Fallen from my prime, when company

Was mine, cat-nimbleness, and green invention,   

Before time took my leafy hours away.

My wisdom, ripe with body's ruin, found   

Itself tart recompense for what was lost

In false exchange: since wisdom in the ground   

Has no apocalypse or pentecost.

I wept for my youth, sweet passionate young thought,

And cozy women dead that by my side   

Once lay: I wept with bitter longing, not   

Remembering how in my youth I cried.