Author Information
Heron Clan March 14, 2021
Folder:
Heron Clan Readings Sunday Zoom Where you live is where you are,
Holed up in some duplex of wood
And framed in stucco,
Semi attached to the past,
Independent, yet sharing
The important commodities of life,
In living where you live.
You say you’re moving on
Taking the tattered remains
And chucking them out,
Thrown on a pyre, if allowed,
But not allowed,
In the arid lands
Where you live, where you are.
How much remains where we are,
When we are no longer where we are?
The little DNA’s of fibers and feelings,
Do they mix with the dust
And the sunlight shaft that illuminates,
Like the cremated souls of pets
And of lovers
Setting upon a shelf?
You say you’re moving on.
But, there you stay,
Mindfully monitoring the errant hangers,
Agreeing to controlling them
For the peace it brings
In the duplex of wood
In the stucco frame
Of the house that's your remains.
The imagery in this poem is
The imagery in this poem is very effective in its support of the emotive content; but that phrase---which is the poem's center of gravity---"the little DNA's of fibers and feelings" is ABSOLUTELY brilliant, and deserves to be in the quotation books!
Starward
Thank you
There's always a line that makes me keep a poem or come back. I pictured shafts of sunlight and the dust from my late lovers urn ( up on the shelf) mixing with my new lovers clothing fibers and the uncertainty of moving on.
thank you for reading. He especially saying he was leaving his roommate/ lover but staying and playing house husband, her harassing him to keep the hangers straight.