A Singular Sorrow

as you read it

lost under my house

one chair less, a hole,

black teeth chew

at a space in my lungs,

less light through milkglass

means a shifting at table

that sinks bits of night;

they hide in corners like steps

as a dull ghost creeps

in times of moving air.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

your writing has such a singular signature...you express loss through brilliant lines filled with personification and haunting imagery...reading you, i am never disappointed. You always put forth your best poetic foot.
j.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

I read your review before reading this. As always your poetry is flawlessly superb in every aspect. Sadly this answers my question, set under your review of my senyru, as you so clearly articulate your grief and the way it burrows into every aspect of your being and every minute of your life, day and night. I am so sorry you are going through this but hope in your writing and in time you will be less acutely tortured by your loss.

[G!o]

One of the persons I have often enjoyed their writings.. after all these years, I am really glad that I can come back to Writers Cafe and enjoy your poems Leslie.. I love the aspect of imagery in this piece and the eerie sense that it exhumes. The poem has pain, and it has regrets, and it is enjoyable to read.