In Mist, Attrition

In the corridor to waking
there is all of you before the culling,  
the plots of past dreams,
ghosts of ghost moments,
memories undesignated  
sweeping the stair in reverberations of you;

the window is pregnant with
a swing set, or steps to
solitude in a path  --  schematics,
the having to do away with one or the other
staved from the serrations
between you, and another, or another room 
or what lies at the bottom of bottomless mugs.

As you leave
home is a two-dimensional streak of paint
held by morning, weather worn 
built or unbuilt,
yours or not yours  --  
the green of a plant gnawing through.
The road to the road away
has never really known
only holds landmarks until they fade  --  
and they never really fade.
You are, at any point in time, the state of home,
mind as uncertain as words worn on a watermark  --  
said or unsaid,
the potential of wood as it would be,
the best that you can do.

Author's Note

Old Work

Reviews

[Davidgeo]

"the window is pregnant" that's awesome, in multiple contexts for a variety of reasons. Nice one. That's very fine creative writing. With just four words, four really well placed and arranged words, you've made a nice template. You can write thousands of poems off those four words. You've done good things here rabbit lady.

[JustPlainHere]

Thank you so much! And apologies for the late response, my presence here tends to be chaotic - and so has life as of recent!

[Davidgeo]

No worries. Life is a chaotic place.

[emmajohn]

This piece is beautifully written. I love how you captured the feeling of memory, identity, and the search for ‘home’ with such vivid imagery. Your language is poetic, reflective, and deeply moving truly powerful work.

[JustPlainHere]

Thank you so much for such kind words, it is an honor!

[emmajohn]

Your welcome I have a question for you since when you are writing?

[Lara]

Home is where the heart is. Even if hanging a hat in the wind...
Such a meditative piece, j
I see windows whose glass transmute

[JustPlainHere]

Thank you so much! That thought pairs perfectly with this.