The Particular

Just as an overstuffed silence
empties itself
with the echoed hum
of some distant bell,

and how with the first word,
the canon of English literature
gurgles down the drain
of a once empty page-

all my imaginings
of who I was
rewrote themselves
into non-existence
on seeing the me I could be,
in you…

a potential ocean
evaporated by a raindrop.


6 thoughts on “The Particular

  1. Some poems are as self-contained as gems or crystals, full of light and beauty, and this one adorns the page. Each image is imaginative and succinct, each stanza relevant and visionary. Fine work.

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