November twilight
November twilight —
a pair of socks
my son left behind
November twilight —
a pair of socks
my son left behind
posted by extraspecialbitter at 10:04 AM
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Sunday, November 27, 2005
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5 Comments:
my son
this is where you came from -
tell me
where are you going?
Regret
She weeps -
weeps like a willow
in the afternoon sun
Special,
I thanked you before, for making me Think. It is more than this. Thank you for helping me to Feel.
"You'd think the inner dome of heaven had fallen"
Robert Frost, Birches
Sounds to me like you already miss him. Us kids need to pay more attention to the little "nothings" we leave behind. Whether in a pair of socks or an old weathered sweatshirt like the one I just left at home.
Ma - I'm deeply flattered. I find haiku to be very rewarding in that a seemingly static observation (like socks left behind) can be imbued with emotion. My biggest challenge as a poet is not to intrude upon the moment but rather to clarify it enough to share it with an audience.
Colonialave - I miss them all. All five of my kids descended upon our humble abode for a few short days, and all five are back in the places they call "home".
I hope his feet aren't too cold.
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