Losing time, a . . . gain

Wall to wall

memory is platformed

into rows

Now asleep

Now awake

Now a place not namable

(asleep)

a jagged interlude

of spine

rock

tooth

decay

I am here, I remind myself

this bed

I am now

two faucets

one sink

I count

lose count

forget

Begin again

stripped

8 thoughts on “Losing time, a . . . gain”

I really love how you make poetry out of the details, yesterday a table, today two faucets and a sink. There are so many layers to your poetry. Thank you for sharing them.

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Kathryn McCullough says:

February 21, 2011 at 7:16 am

Great observation, Lisa. Poetry really is about the details–the texture of a rich life fully lived!

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really lovely–I especially like the “fullcircleness” of it.
🙂
blessings on your Sunday
jane

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Kathryn McCullough says:

February 21, 2011 at 7:18 am

Thanks, Jane. I’m really interested in the way loss can be a gain and gain can cause us to lose. I love the spiral that is life!

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How well your words capture the mood and emotions of that sense of life routine.

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Kathryn McCullough says:

February 21, 2011 at 7:22 am

Thanks, Charlie. I love the rituals of living–the every day moments of sacred repetition.

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