Oh, I've been here. I walked on eggshells during these formalities, I've been afraid to absorb the memories from the sacred walls, I've heard the echoes empathising before a tear has even surfaced.
2015-12-15

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2015-07-09

Jamsbo Rockda
Quite haunting. I hate to say this but my take on this is that it is about someone witnessing their own funeral. Very powerful and thought provoking.
2015-07-06

shells
Beautifully brilliant, for me it seems I'm at a funeral, possibly my own.
2015-07-05

My mind is tumbling wondering where you are hiding. This is wonderful, you could be anywhere. The reader connects because we've all felt that scared feeling.
2015-07-04

countryfog
I've read this half a dozen times and find something different each time. I can't remember the last time I said that about a poem. It could be a wedding or a funeral, a parting or a reunion, a sexual encounter, a dream of death . . . the possibilities seem almost endless, which is a rare and wonderful thing.
2015-07-04

one trick pony
As with so many of your poems, repeated readings brings a reward as the images coalesce into something, if not vivid, nearly so.
2015-07-04

Very interesting geometric shape of the poem and the one-line stanza that is reprised but altered with one word and punctuation in the last line. A poem using formal structure fits well with the title of the poem. I also like the repetition of ''tear'' (that wet stuff) and "tear'' (that rips the air apart). Very concentrated and well-planned poem. Like it.
2015-07-04

but we are not breathing anyway

it's in the air
2015-07-04