memorial for a brilliant woman

Thursday, May 25, 2006

Thursday Poem


Shoving full paper bags into the trunk,
she pauses only to rub eye to sleeve
nose to wrist, she has wept enough.

A pillar,a cellar,a shaker,a lick,
cracked with disappointment,
she leaves hard, eaten away.

Their final argument stands,
there is No, there is Yes, there is
a staircase going down and up

tipped on its side, every step
becomes a corner, every move lateral,
que sera, she whispers, que sera.

Whatever fits will go, one carload.
The rest is his and welcome to it-
skillets hold memories, pillows too.

For now, to be alone suits just fine,
the dust she leaves tells the story,
she shakes it off her feet, drives away.


T.S. said...

I love how you crawled inside a moment in someone else's life, nearly in real-time, and made it into a beautiful celebration of those awkward pauses while one packs the car and leaves for good.

I should've posted "penance" as my Thursday poem, but I think it needs a bit of tinkering.

Great work!

paris parfait said...

This is beautiful; reminds me of a sad time in my life.

abhay k said...

a thoughtful poem..!