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Undone
by Kathleen Wilson
I'm undone
by you
not literally
on the other
side
of impossible
mental space
carved out
by centuries
you step into it
your history
in a list
rolled up
your
itemized
deductions
resume
dreams
four poles
of a canopy
columns
that poke through
immortality
we hold up
stand under
simultaneously
anonymous
as if
on an appointed day
your words
and mine
eclipse
glow
move apart
always return
undone
09/01/2007 Posted on 09/01/2007
Copyright © 2024 Kathleen Wilson
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by A. Paige White on 09/01/07 at 03:54 PM Oh, I love this! What an awesome poem. Is there anything that is more fulfilling than to recall a return of the undone? I was just reading a beautiful exhortation about the Father calling to the fallen... The third stanza is my favorite. What a beautiful thought! |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 09/01/07 at 06:24 PM Powerful, wonderfully honest stuff. Very nicely done, as always. |
| Posted by Paul Lastovica on 09/04/07 at 06:31 PM i don't know even know where to begin with this. speechless. |
| Posted by Joe Cramer on 09/05/07 at 03:39 PM Outstanding!!! |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 09/06/07 at 12:31 AM With subtle and misleading simplicity, you write of the writer's ever reaching for the better expression, for the clearer communication. |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 09/12/07 at 12:15 PM you are a gem cutter Kathleen. there is never a slip, a feeling of willy nilly in your works, always a carefully seeding of the keen ness of mind, where the soil is most fertile and most likely to vent into the air the miracles which you set into motion with your quill. |
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