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Here There

by George Hoerner

there you are
with your pretty house
with flowers and birds
watching the world

whether in Jersey,
the golden state,
Belgium. Alabama,
or some other world
you’ve manufactured

i checked the chapters,
the bibliography,
and the footnotes

i thought i was missing
but then on page 323
there i was
in the middle of the line

that little misshaped comma
no doubt a printing error
for it doesn’t belong

not there
or any where except
here where i
am lost

but where i am
is really unimportant
if you or anyone
wanted to find me
the inet stands ready
to assist in the search


Posted on 11/23/2009
Copyright © 2024 George Hoerner

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by A. Paige White on 11/23/09 at 04:00 AM

Ouch! Definitely the other end of the spectrum from are you going there. I enjoyed how you have us searching with you for you and the disgust to find only an anonymous little tittle that surely must hold the place where you should be in someone's story. I've been that comma myself in a significant other's life and I've been the story teller putting a comma (and honestly felt generous doing so) where someone once was. Fantastic writing. You put me on both sides of the dot.comma

Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 11/23/09 at 12:46 PM

this is a reminder that I don't need assistance of any kind to find significance in my own insignificance. to find that my name is not in the social register comes as no surprise. it requires great effort to be so excluded from such registry which is always on the make to have you become part of the club, which Groucho once said, he would not be a part of, any club which would have him as a member.

Posted by V. Blake on 11/23/09 at 07:50 PM

In that line, third from last, did you mean "find" me? That aside, I really enjoyed the rest of this, but especially "some other world you've manufactured." It's like, no matter where this person goes, they're making it their own.

Posted by Charlie Morgan on 11/23/09 at 11:42 PM

...george, a hologram of life, somewhere in all of us is this need to be sooo much thoreau says the young man gets together his 'stuff' to build a castle here on earth or a bridge to the moon and at length [finally] decides to build a woodshed...we all build woodsheds, we are all simple, just some are noted and yet we are so much Walter Mittys. glorious write for the common man, i thank you.

Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 11/25/09 at 02:28 PM

where i am is really unimportant and is insignificant, save that this blit of a moment where i am is into this fine write

Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 11/29/09 at 05:13 PM

A bit of wry humor here - I really enjoyed that second to last stanza - pinpoints many of us. I like the mix of the book and the inet.

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