"But first, baby, as you climb and count the stairs (and they total the same), did you, sometime or somewhere, have a different idea?
Is this, baby, what you were born to feel, and do, and be?"

-Kenneth Fearing



Tuesday, September 20, 2011

Reclamation

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Don't mind the ashes.
We aren't the first
to kick through ruins.
When the roof collapsed,
the light improved--
Shouldn't we use it?
Find one thing unscathed
hold it in hand, smell it, study,
until it's burned into your eyes.
When you're sure you'll never
forget the shape, leave it.
You won't return.
Someday it will be
the only thing that matters.
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6 comments:

  1. AnonymousSeptember 21, 2011 at 12:47 AM

    Great poem, Love the intro.

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  2. Chipper MuseSeptember 21, 2011 at 6:13 AM

    I like this poem. What an interesting way to approach the idea you're conveying. I love the line "when the roof collapsed, the light improved." Unexpected, but true.

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  3. INDBrentSeptember 21, 2011 at 10:16 AM

    Thanks Jhon!

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  4. INDBrentSeptember 21, 2011 at 10:17 AM

    @Chipper Muse, Thanks for reading! I do appreciate it!

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  5. photos by janSeptember 21, 2011 at 1:19 PM

    Great poem, all so very true.

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  6. INDBrentSeptember 21, 2011 at 2:06 PM

    Thanks Jan!

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