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Rain falls
snow falls
leaves fall
on the ground
gone;
Day falls
like a staple
in the carpet
hidden
sharp
felt
after
a step.
CLICK HERE TO HEAR AUTHOR READ
Rain falls
snow falls
leaves fall
on the ground
gone;
Day falls
like a staple
in the carpet
hidden
sharp
felt
after
a step.
2 comments:
Nature renews itself and has a built-in mechanism for taking care of its own problems ... so that they eventually, magically, disappear. But not so with man-made problems ... they don't eventually, magically disappear. The harm they do does not diminish, and they come back to haunt us and injure us.
I love your spare, zen-like poems. They are simple, but powerful. This one resting on a single, graphic metaphor.
Forgive me, but the poem also made me smile! I was reminded of the Groucho Marx line (I think it was in "Duck Soup") ... a member of his cabinet says: "How about taking up the tax?" Groucho responds: "How about taking up the carpet?" The cabinet member says: "I still insist that we take up the tax!" And Groucho responds (speaking to Zeppo): "He's right! You've got to take up the tacks before you can take up the carpet!"
Thanks. I needed that insight. I had the image of a staple in the rug (probably because I do the vaccuming in my house). With your analysis I now understand that it's about the pain of loss.
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