The Resting Rock

Here’s a poem I wrote in September of 1996, so it’s pretty old. When I wrote it, I was still doing practice writing and writing poetry, which I stuffed into a folder.

So, here it is, public for the first time. Let me know what you think. The title is pretty weak, but that’s what I chose back then so I’ll keep it.

Autumn

I let go, 
      look back, 

Stutter. 

Dark days 
weaken us.

My brothers

        then, 

           Sisters 
     leave you nude
through cold months. 

     Next year
     your children dress you 
Again.


I recall now as I typed it why I wrote it the way I did: the flow of the words and the way I set them on the page is to mimic the journey of a leaf from its perch on a high branch, falling to the ground, buffeted by the resistance of the air, a gentle breeze. 

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