Solace

Solace

A Poem by H.
"

A happening of chance.

"

The sunlight saw me spot
a stain set on my jacket sleeve.
I said I'll wash it later
     (to myself).

 

I would have neglected
and maybe nosed over
asleep again--

 

But there it lay
(or maybe sat?)
below my wrist
(or over vein?)

 

Is this a co-incidence? This, just
an incident--sleepy
forgetfulness--

 

Caught rising to an instance of
not remembrance, just
of "membrance"?
     For you see,

 

I love for
my clothes to be
     clean. So accordingly

 

I thanked the stain
for not ignoring me.

© 2008 H.


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The pacing of this piece is wonderful. Slow, ponderous at first--then in the middle, when you're using the "sss" alliteration, the pace picks up in that frenzy of questions, slows down by a fraction again at the end, with it's clipped "eee" sounds. Perhaps this is why my feelings-opinion on the piece was so contrasting; the emotions transition rather distinctly. An attempt at ignorance, then next querulous, and then the answer. Each of those parts are written a little differently from one another.

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The pacing of this piece is wonderful. Slow, ponderous at first--then in the middle, when you're using the "sss" alliteration, the pace picks up in that frenzy of questions, slows down by a fraction again at the end, with it's clipped "eee" sounds. Perhaps this is why my feelings-opinion on the piece was so contrasting; the emotions transition rather distinctly. An attempt at ignorance, then next querulous, and then the answer. Each of those parts are written a little differently from one another.

Posted 16 Years Ago


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H.

Panama City, FL



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