I am invisible, understand, simply because people refuse to see me.

—Ralph Ellsion




Fading

 

When all is past tense, and disassemble

Is what is left, going quietly seems

Not inappropriate, least objectionable.

One glance and it is apparent, fixtures

Well in place, dull with patina, epitaphs;

Books on the shelf well-ordered, dust

Long settled on bindings, little tombstones,

Little summits conquered; status: quo.

In a booth at a restaurant, killing time,

Waiting for coffee and check,  thinking

Of Bigger Thomas for no particular reason,

Or, this particular reason: finding common

Ground with men who disappear, gauze

Unwrapped reveals crystal clear nothingness.

 

 

 





Poetry by jim The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2019-01-22 at 07:24

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Ann Wood The PoetBay support member heart!
Such a lovely poem, well done Jim you always make yours writing alieve. Thank you for sharing it with us.
2019-02-09


shells
For some reason I find this has an air of calm about it, like youre in the moment but out of the moment. Love it.
2019-01-24


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Beautifully done, Jim, like a saxophone playing in an alley.
2019-01-22


Kathy Lockhart
There's so much life and living in words. Thank goodness for that! Your talent for creating life with the written word or the ability to verbally tell a yarn breathes freshness into the air.
The images evoke sadness in dying away. However, your ability to capture and relay is delightful.
I hope I make sense.
I love this poem.
2019-01-22