this came to me after a long walk..it's about whatever the reader gets from it
finding a grave in the imprint
of stranger's feet-
shallow as it was, they seemed content
the leaves look more like wings,
imaginary things
that carry with them, the first cold breath of winter
wind wrestled with the margins of a book
left outside the local coffee shop-
someone had forgotten it, maybe
they had no more use for it
to think about the nights
spent in the anguish of absence
when a book is the only sanctuary
in loneliness
this is the way
to make amends with shadows,
to offer a truce to the past
on some nights
the book we read
is the one we're writing
and memory and wind
aren't always so comforting
Poetry by Amberlee Carter
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Written on 2005-07-09 at 06:37
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last night and then this morning
the last leaves of autumn fell,finding a grave in the imprint
of stranger's feet-
shallow as it was, they seemed content
the leaves look more like wings,
imaginary things
that carry with them, the first cold breath of winter
wind wrestled with the margins of a book
left outside the local coffee shop-
someone had forgotten it, maybe
they had no more use for it
to think about the nights
spent in the anguish of absence
when a book is the only sanctuary
in loneliness
this is the way
to make amends with shadows,
to offer a truce to the past
on some nights
the book we read
is the one we're writing
and memory and wind
aren't always so comforting
Poetry by Amberlee Carter
Read 929 times
Written on 2005-07-09 at 06:37
Tags Wonder
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