Forgotten Poem
Alone, to find
my way through
negative spaces -
places, where you
used to arrange
compassionate verbs
I must modify your
actions and reverse
the heart and soul
and somehow
step upon these
freshly fallen ashes
Here, alone, alone
here I am – as alone
as before I met you…
Why did this seem
impossible, I can not
imagine – alone to
question myself
and not knowing
what to ask or even
how to respond
Alone, perhaps
to become
as beautiful
as a pastel blossom
or as useless
as a forgotten poem
Alone, alone - I am
cold and wordless
as a frozen stream
Deborah Russell, 05/19/05
Fort Collins, Co 9:22 am
BTW: Last night, at Everyday Joe's - I had the joy of meeting and reading
with Fernando Valerio. It was an interesting, productive and wonderful
experience.
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