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I Hate Leaving
by Glenn CurrierI hate leaving.
The turkey is digested
but I am still savoring
stories about the new job
tingle from the sparkling
about the swim meet win.
I pack the old vinyl grip
with fading laughter
strip the bed
of the Caribbean honeymoon
turquoise sea album
giggles of tree trimming.
Dirty clothes empty hangers
gathering with gratitude
fill the tank to drive us home
leaving behind on the table
chips and cards that taught
us to lose gracefully.
I hate leaving.
It is the dying
the pieces of grief
inevitably strewn on the roads.
But what joy will I miss
if I don’t leave? 11/28/2009 Posted on 11/28/2009
Copyright © 2025 Glenn Currier
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by A. Paige White on 11/28/09 at 05:30 PM Wonderful picture of a thankful Thanksgiving you've drawn for us. It is a beautiful thing to taste a bit of your Thanksgiving. The flavors we savor spreading from taste buds down into typing fingertips are the best! *giggle* at least you didn't have a field dressed deer riding home in the back of the truck to be tended when you got there ;-} |
| Posted by V. Blake on 11/28/09 at 05:59 PM "leaving behind on the table / chips and cards that taught / us to lose gracefully." Fantastic, as usual. |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 11/28/09 at 07:49 PM ...glenn, what was this about?...a jaunty/laconic/yet-joyful 'leaving' in all it's fan-fare and full feelings...the leaving is bittersweet to me also and for the same reason as you: 'what joy do we miss if we don't leave'...i could hug that line. |
| Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 11/29/09 at 12:22 AM Great write, Glenn. I recognize the feeling, the leaving. It's all about leaving, really...maybe the trick is to leave nothing of ourselves safely on shore, but leave boldly the city of our comfort and discover something wonderful, discover ourselves. Thanks. |
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