Friday, September 24, 2010

16.

16. by Michael Glück

to let go
the thrift of days

to set down
between fork and knife
the little you have
even that little
to share

two scoops of flour
that day are
more than two

a plate for the absent one

the glass turns
memory

stand the table on its die
it's a door
the stranger crosses the threshold

16. by Oliver Hunt


to forgive
the last dance

to watch
what is forgotten
fall through the cracks
while you remain
alone

the wine
that night
flows smoother

glasses raised
for those remembered

a carpet stained
with history

open the window
a portal
memories flood in
with a breeze

5 comments:

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  2. this is so sad but so good. this reminds me of someone who i am very close with.

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  3. The unhappy feeling is beautifully articulated by small snap-shoots of memories.

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  4. it seems that this poem was written for one person, but your rewriting of the words makes it seem that it is more general, rather than focusing on one person. i like it. i like you. ;)

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  5. I really like this poem it think it rings true on so many levels. It could be a love story, or a poem about a loved one you lost. It has multiple meanings in my opinion which makes it a very WONDERFUL poem!

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