crease

stepping off…

6 Responses to “crease”

  1. no matter which way
    i look at it, there is
    a crease consistent
    with the weight of your
    memory

    in each new memory –

    i am stepping off
    the train, and the
    platform curls,
    losing its grip
    on me.

    i am opening my
    mouth to speak,
    and the sentence
    dog-ears, and i
    am undone.

    i am looking
    at the sky, and the sky
    is rolling up its
    corners, already finished
    with me
    .
    20100330:2131
    y

  2. […] am stepping off the train, and the platform curls, losing its grip on […]

  3. I love this. The photo and the poem. One thing that reaaly impressed me was that it covers so much more than I think the intention it was written for. I read this as though I’d lost a loved one, was divorced or had just broken up with my partner, a beloved pet that ran away. The one that stuck out so STRONG; read this as though you are someone suffering the beginning of alzheimers. That blew me away, “Y”. I think that is a sign of some good poetry. Thank-you for this one!

    • goodness, Leslie – your interpretations are fascinating, and i did try to read them in all the characters you’ve suggested. thank you for opening my eyes to many different levels! and thank you so much for your constant support and encouragements.

  4. I could look at that all day. Just love roads like that and cobbles… Excellent photo and poem!

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