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Still Mourning

by Chris Sorrenti


At the corner of Bank and Hunt Club
the light turns green
and the busy intersection roars to life
with the onrush of a solid stream of metal
in two directions

I look at the people in the cars
realize that I know none of them
suddenly feeling very alone

Without consciously doing so
thought immediately shifts to my mother
as a special sadness comes over me
in that as a mortal
I will never see her again in this world

Walking a parallel course with the cars
I step into the intersection
and just as quickly as the moment arrives
so too does it leave

© 2011

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03/26/2011

Posted on 03/26/2011
Copyright © 2019 Chris Sorrenti

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Alison McKenzie on 03/26/11 at 05:08 PM

Grief is a mysterious beast. You captured this moment of it well.

Posted by Charlie Morgan on 03/26/11 at 05:57 PM

...thoughts master us; a gorgeous reflection of that notion; zip, whoosh, nanoseconds, all are at work and lacking in how quickly a thought comes and goes...an extremely good write.

Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 03/26/11 at 07:52 PM

The busy traffic scene works well with this feeling of loneliness. I know this feeling well when thinking of loved ones lost, how it comes and goes.

Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 03/26/11 at 09:03 PM

I'm selfish, man. I never want these kinds of pieces to end. Because what you've got here is about as good as it gets. Wonderful as always.

Posted by Clara Mae Gregory on 03/26/11 at 09:50 PM

Walking a parallel course with the cars I step into the intersection and just as quickly as the moment arrives so too does it leave This line touched me the most...reminding me of my own pain. I still cry almost everyday, but shake it off. What use to be a 30 minute cry is now reduced to a moment or less, forcing memories out of my head.Great poem.I relate.

Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 03/26/11 at 10:00 PM


crazy, how it comes in the most unexpected places and times.
perfect, how you capture it here.

Posted by Ken Harnisch on 03/27/11 at 05:51 AM

utterly beautiful, Chris...and no more words of mine can do it and you justice.

Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 04/08/11 at 12:11 PM

Moments of remembrance come and sadness that may quickly pass but is always subconsciously there. Reflective.

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