Ve by Rob LittlerStanding on the corner of any town
Where memory rules, your town, maybe, mine—certainly—
The corner is of issue, and it is there believe me, but know
I lie. Memory only serves to fill in fill-able gaps, like it is
Supposed to. It is the reason we see a leaf in sunlight quivering
At our death, how profound, a leaf in the sun, shaking, being
At the moment when light escapes the eye, the corner of the eye
The last bit of periphery that leaves, leaving
Only Everything, and the sweet possibility of doors to rooms
Full of doors, Be careful before you cross that street now
06/19/2014 Posted on 06/20/2014 Copyright © 2024 Rob Littler
Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by George Hoerner on 06/20/14 at 12:39 AM Any town, even the same town, could be yours and mine, except that your history is not my history so the town though the same is not really the same. |
Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 06/20/14 at 12:29 PM I love the way this poem moves both musically and linguistically in the realms of the soul. |
Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 06/22/14 at 02:41 PM A fascinating piece. I really liked the last glimpse being of a leaf quivering in the sunlight, before the next "thing". You make it sound almost inviting, until the last line, but I suppose we all have mixed feelings about death and what comes next. Nice flow to this. |
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