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
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ReplyDeletethis is so sad but so good. this reminds me of someone who i am very close with.
ReplyDeleteThe unhappy feeling is beautifully articulated by small snap-shoots of memories.
ReplyDeleteit 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. ;)
ReplyDeleteI 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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