Poem of the Day: "Tell Me Your Name" by John Reinhart, Frequent Contributor

Tell Me Your Name

John Reinhart

written in vapors

on mirrors

in unending hallways

where suns never blossom,

your name reminds

the silence of nothing

like yoghurt squeezed

through the nets

of kingfisher nests

left neglected, straining

against nightmares

written by daylight

inside glass jars that reverberate

platitudes forgotten

by friends swimming upstream,

catching stars in their teeth

between the rhyme

of your unspoken birth,

where do you stand

when frost breath forms

your name in the shape

of lip meeting lip,

whispers cut from the smoke

of a thousand funeral pyres

when you forget your actions

in the whirlwind of your soul

& the last connection

was the first – sense of warmth,

sense of arrival, embraced

by time’s gentle hands,

spelling everything

clearly

Poet's Notes:  We move through life shadows of our selves, squeaking out portraits on bathroom mirrors, blowing smoke rings to capture yet more nebulous imaginations of what we might become. Looking back, it's all one great show, one great illusion, one great becoming that always is. And when the moons collide, the tides will rise up together in one brilliant wave goodbye. All we leave behind is our names, scrawled in rivulets, eddying endlessly into oceans.