‘koan’
December 9, 2016 at 5:39 pm Leave a comment
‘koan’
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.
Entry filed under: irony, poetry, voices. Tags: poetry from voices.
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