Leaving

Leaving

Leaving: a cadence, a beat.

A repetition in our minds, lost and forgotten.

A shoe box empty and discarded.

Painful, stumbling through, not around, this hurdle.

And still, caresses linger at the bottom of your bag

of memories like a heavy rock.

Leaving: a door closes on your feelings, it is scarier out there.

Darker, but somehow enables you to shine.

From this dark hallway you see roses in the moonlight.

The soft streetlight against the stars.

They have not forgotten you.

Upon leaving, a self-conscious,

thwarted, last attempt

to grasp a passing wave. Ride it to the shore:

A failed attempt.

A deep sense of false pride.

An aching troubled fit creeps along the path to the street

The front yard screams at you.

And the car.

And the buttons on your shirt.

Yes, you are leaving.

Still, I might have the chance to get there before you.

14 thoughts on “Leaving

  1. Mom

    Oh my gosh, you present one with so many pictures, feelings, loves, fears, whatever the feelings are. This piece touched my soul.
    I love you so
    Mom

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  2. Theo

    This is lovely, the images are haunting and the resounding theme rings through it all. Leaving. Yup, eventually, aren’t we all?

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  3. Yasmine

    What an impact, such a wallop you deliver with this poem. I enjoyed (not sure if that is the right word?) the twist at the end, the last line. Well done. Made me read it again and again.

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  4. JR Price

    I have no clue what this is about, but I enjoyed it anyhow. I have not read any of your poetry before, and I have to admit, I don’t read much poetry in general. Usually because it makes me feel kind of dumb.

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  5. Beverly

    I found this very haunting, and moving. The words described the feelings and depth of someone in transition, moving from one person, or place to another. I liked how the ‘soft streetlights against the stars… have not forgotten you.’ Some lovely placing of words.

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  6. Terri

    I have never read anything of yours, but I am impressed with this poem. So I intend to read more of your blog, one page at a time. Thanks for posting such great stuff.

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  7. G

    i think of myself in the dark as a child looking hopefully into the night sky and wonder “who am i and how long”?

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