So much loss, yet the pond is filling with golden leaves.
Thank you for this one Sharon.
-Peter Ciccariello
On 10/5/06, Patrick Mc Manus <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
>
> Sharon thanks a moving poem I liked gold and not golden-the lack of
> comforting-by comforting things-lost family
> P moved P
>
> -----Original Message-----
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> poetics [mailto:[log in to unmask]] On Behalf Of sharon brogan
> Sent: 04 October 2006 22:09
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> Subject: Snapshot 04 October 02006
>
> The pond is filling
> with leaves, curled
> and tattered and gold.
>
> Wind shakes the gilding
> from birch trees; this
> neighborhood whispers
>
> with gossip of autumn.
> The news tells me my
> government lies. I mourn
>
> my lack of astonishment,
> seek comfort in Mozart
> and Bach. No consolation
>
> for me in illusions of faith
> and religion. These words
> seem heavy as bricks,
>
> unmovable, unyielding.
> Indigestible. They catch
> in my throat. They stick.
>
> Twenty years since my
> brother's death, and still
> I notice this emptying day,
>
> ash trees unveiling their
> skeletons, maples on fire.
> This blue and vacant sky.
>
>
>
> --
> ~ SB =^..^=
>
> http://www.sbpoet.com
>
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