blind repetition or ritual?
August 20, 2020 at 11:30 pm 1 comment
blind repetition or ritual?
at times your remembrance
blinds me into setting
your place again at the table
although you are gone from here
and no matter how
we might grieve or pray
you shall not (ever) return.
quietly, i replace the dishes
and then stand for a moment
staring down into
the winter-shadowed valley from this hill
(and remembering that hill
of yours).
actually, we parted
when i was a child
and i am old now.
at times, i find myself
setting your place…
Entry filed under: poetry. Tags: blind repetition or ritual, poetry, unpublished.
oregonnerd: differing views 
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samwise davies | August 20, 2020 at 11:32 pm
I should have corrected the ‘typesetting’, although I can still see the separations. It seems, at this current point, to be in the path of firm correctness–and accepting reality, especially when it’s painful.