pantoum

    

if i could, this is what i would tell you

how the shutters cut light into slices

pale blades on the ceiling and walls

how it cuts off your voice in my dream

 

how the shutters cut light into slices

how i wake in a cushion of fog

how it cuts off your voice in my dream

how it insulates me from your absence

 

how i wake in a cushion of fog

empty of you and all others

how it insulates me from your absence

empty of you and all others

 

empty of you and all others

i hold myself in my arms

darkness takes shelter in corners

pale blades on the ceiling and walls

 

    

 

4 responses to “pantoum”

  1. I made a new poetry video and would appreciate your feedback.

    This is “Journey’s End,” a poem describing the “out of body” experience my late maternal grandfather recounted after having open-heart surgery in the 1990s. He described it as very real — more vivid than a dream — and I wrote this poem to record his experience.

  2. a cushion of fog
    envelops my emptiness
    hides my lonely tears

  3. Wonderful pantoum, Sharon! I attempted one for a writing class in college, and it is definitely a tricky feat!

  4. This piece really resonated with me. Great write.

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