poem: “koan”

March 7, 2009 at 11:34 pm Leave a comment


this great house
seems to echo with
the absence of children.
though it was
the fulfillment of a long-held
dream, almost

a revelation, now
it reveals only silence

(in the long afternoons, quite often, you’ll
wander the creaking halls, stare
in storied bedrooms: not wishing, really, to
recreate the past. but
this absence is inarguable.)

the sound of one hand,
clapping: once
a riddle you couldn’t solve.
Odd. It seems quite plain, now.


as I do occasionally, I’m including the link to the manuscript: http://writing.borngraphics.com/voices.pdf

It’s protected by “common law” copyright. What it boils down to is that if anyone quotes it I’d appreciate being mentioned. Also, mentioning the “oregonnerd” bit as active on both wordpress and livejournal would be appreciated.

Entry filed under: poetry.

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