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In November's Cold Eye

by Chris Sorrenti


you look vaguely familiar
staring back from the mirror
a face I've not seen
in such a long long time
but you were there in the beginning
weren't you?
just before the tumble
into Spitfire models
microscope and telescope
girls and loud music
the guardians
photography...poetry
yet to light the way

and still here
or back again?
in a varying reverb
we finally see the truth
in monitoring
the progressive regression
as one by one
they all fall by the wayside
the passions
multiple abilities
skating and cycling
running insanely
until we could feel hearts
beating out of our chests

never the talent wasted
though now it sits
in cluttered boxes
in the basement
as if planning to move
each one carefully labeled
for better times
like riding a motorcycle
or making love
with you always by my side
doing the administrative work
of infernal statistics
using only the beat
of butterfly wings
as your calculator
and more than aware
as I turn a cold eye
at the world around me

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Posted on 11/23/2006
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Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 11/23/06 at 03:39 AM

...this isn't depressing to me, but seems cynical. A health dose of which isn't all bad, eh? Great write, Chris. Thanks.

Posted by Katerina T Nix on 11/23/06 at 04:07 AM

Great read, Chris. You've stirred up quite a few emotions in me. Well done.

Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 11/23/06 at 12:29 PM

Recalling is not a bad thing! Regret or remorse is! You've hit a happy medium I think! By your note I'd say your poetry writing is a great catharsis! (It is much more than that!)

Posted by Lauren Singer on 11/25/06 at 08:27 PM

i love the middle, but it's all amazing. evokes that sort of phenomena in between real life and everything else.

Posted by Maureen Glaude on 11/26/06 at 01:35 AM

And where you there watching me with my calculator doing gigantic word counts of combined documents, the other day? Seriously, though, I think we can all relate to this one. I'm not sure who the "you" is yet - may have to read again, but I really enjoyed it. There's frustration and disappointment in it but hey, it's the human experience.

Posted by Maureen Glaude on 11/26/06 at 01:37 AM

Oh, of course, it's yourself you're addressing. Sorry. That mirror image again. I had one that begin very similarly, in fact, but not to a mirror. My Doppleganger was like that at the start.

Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 11/27/06 at 05:08 AM

Nothing wrong with writing about depression, man, if you can pull it off. And so far, I don't think there's been any problems.

Posted by Kathleen Wilson on 11/28/06 at 05:31 PM

I find this poem extremely moving, and I think it can be understood in various ways, which makes it even more powerful. But the way that moves me the most at the moment is the looking into the mirror and there is "the self" the same self of years past, there from the beginning. Then considering the "progressive regression" and the different aspects of self, that approach things differently now, and still the "butterfly wing" is always fluttering... the basement being the individual's memory and unconscious. I get chills reading this. Beautiful. That's what I think. No wonder you've never felt better!

Posted by Alisa Js on 12/10/06 at 12:43 AM

I read the author's notes, yet after reading this one and thinking of it.. this could also be a great metaphor for love... thanks again for stopping by and for your kind sentiment.. alisa..;-)

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