I Don't Have That Kind Of Void

.

Gather all your newest belongings 

and pile them in an old train station

concourse. Beside them place

every great friend or lost love

you remember. On top lay

the laces and silks, the keepsake

treasures, gifts, things inherited.

Lastly, the dusty photo albums.


Wave your arms and flick hands

ta-da! This is the sum of your

equation. The furniture fills

the spaces set against hand set

mosaic tiles. The magazines

and playbills are pages fluttering

as depot patrons rush by.


Avoid more attention and strike

a match. To the gasps of nearby

opinionated minds, ignore your

past. Toss fire and walk leisurely

away. Dying, the instant of death,

and what comes next is like that.

Just like that.


allets

02-29-16

618a

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"This is the sum of your

"This is the sum of your equation"...wow! vivid, really love this one


*tallsquirrelgirl* she feels in italics and thinks in CAPITALS ~henry james

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tallsquirrelgirl

Glad u found something here that hit home. I feel like a poet! Thank you. ~A~



 

 

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My goodness... I am so Inlove

My goodness... I am so Inlove with this write. It really hit home, made me ache and feel free all at the same time. 


"It is a terrible thing to be so open. It is as if my heart put on a face and walked into the world" -- Sylvia Plath.

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A Bit Gloomy & Doomy

From a dark moody place. Glad to have connected. Writing poetry chronicles a poet's walk thru history. Stuff amassed what to do with it all. Write it down to set it on fire. ~allets~