Hello!

 

The last glimpse you had

of someone,

before their demise,

can never really live up

to its retrospect singularity,

stuck in its impedance,

on repeat

like Terry Riley's harmonium piece

Untitled Organ,

since, first of all,

it was just a commonplace, fleeting moment,

with an approximate duration of three seconds;

not special in any way,

not dressed-up

not bookmarked,

not recorded,

not even jotted

- in fact, neither pleasant nor unpleasant,

for really,

you had to sift through that afternoon

to even recall the swift, peripheral encounter;

the ”hello!” which, secondly,

was but an auto-piloted brainstem reflex in passing;

a familiar face flashing past on the sidewalk,

your head busy with formulations

for a professional talk you'd volunteered to conduct

that same afternoon,

or maybe just drooling ideas for this poem,

when you suddenly registered your own voice

shooting off an involuntary ”hi!”,

like a fart on a bus, almost startling you

in it's clandestine clarity,

disturbing your on-going thoughtstream;

your anatomy, for the most part,

minding itself

 

- and then, back from lunch,

you heard about that truck,

that heart failure,

that mortar attack,

that suicide

 

- and right off

you commenced scrutinizing that hazy moment,

still so fresh, that, albeit basically forgotten,

it hadn't even fallen to the ground;

now caught in your mind's eye, singled out,

placed under the microscope of recollection,

studied from all angles of mental cache forensics,

circling your suddenness in stupefied words like

but I just saw him, we said hello...”,

and you couldn't have been any more studious

had you examined a Mondrian or a Philip Guston

or one of the Dutch masters

for an essay in an art magazine,

or, for that matter,

each millisecond of a cut-up piece

of musique concrète

for your own petty pleasure

 





Poetry by Ingvar Loco Nordin The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2023-11-20 at 10:10

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Sameen The PoetBay support member heart!
I love love love poems that hide behind an "objective" voice to hide emotions.

Or at least that's how this reads to me.

Great job!
2023-11-21


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Well done. This doesn't ring true for me, but I believe that it does for many people.
2023-11-20