hand trails…
over
folds of cloth
above
memories of feet
that have
walked
thousands of miles—
do the soles
remember?
skirts
that swayed
with swish
of hips
lank
no breeze blows
in here.
and that hat
he gave me
when we were
in college
when we were
in love…
the one I wore
with the blue dress
that Easter?
remember?
now arms
hang loose
that once
held skin
and brushed against life.
there’s the scarf
I bought in Chinatown
because it
brought
the blue out in my eyes.
these bones rattle,
bump together at night…
skeletons in my closet.
This is part of the poetry house tour. For more closet viewing, visit L.L.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
14 comments:
I could relate to that poem...I've had a few skeletons in my closet :)
love and hugs~Tammy
yours is the way i thought mine would go but my closet took me to a dark place - deeper into the marrow of the bones.
I really like this:
"now arms
hang loose
that once
held skin
and brushed against life."
Closets really hold alot of memories don't they? Sorting through them is good therapy, yes?
Oh, those memories.
You make me wonder, *do* those soles remember?
Nice!
Remembering the past and hearing the bones shake. B
I do not think there is anyone who can not relate to this poem, if they are honest.
Blessings, andrea
PS: would you visit my friend at http://seaglassreflections.blogspot.com and read the post entitled, "Please Help." She needs a lot of prayers and encouragement right now.
Hi Laura~ My closet is on my to-do list this week! The sorting does bring about reflection!
I love your poem! I love the way you take something ordinary and make it extraordinary! There is always a depth to your art!
Your cd is on the way! Let me know what you think!
hugs~
Cheri
There is definitely memories and reflection in the skeletons in my closet. Mostly of me during skinnier times. LOL
Very nice indeed.
Oh Laura - well done!
Laura,
skirts that swayed with swish of hips ... I like that
I have lots of skirts, they make me feel girly and young :)
Peace,
Tina
Oh I love it, Laura! Don't we all have a few skeletons in our closets!
I did not write my closet poem. I started a new job this week - having little creativity or time! I might do it anyway, just to see what is in my closet! :)
Loved all of it!
some clothes are hard to part with, just like the memories they bring.
Post a Comment