Saturday, September 29, 2007

New Poem: On Loss

On Loss

I can't remember what the question was,
but I know it involved oak and maple leaves
rotting in autumn rains, cold winds and fog.

Perhaps something about the passage of days,
gray stubble on my chin in the mirror,
a new season, the ice-bound heart.

I saw her sitting beside me on the couch,
a wine glass in her hand, soft jazz playing,
then realized it was only a ghost.

Empty days pass one after the other,
a parade of memories, her sleeping body
beside me, hot coffee on quiet mornings.

I watch the clouds drift by, wonder
why it never rains, miss the damp
comfort of autumn nights, the chill.

I still don't know the question, but
I know it involves loss, the only constant
in a life devoid of falling leaves.


Anonymous said...

I don't know who you are, but I randomly found your blog. I just wanted you to know that I really enjoyed your poem. It is lovely and touching. I myself make attempts to write poetry, and it is similar to your own, though I must say yours is much better than mine! I hope you post more poems sometime.

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