Saturday, October 10, 2009

Erasures

by Sharon Bryan

My best lover ever
is dead. And

the second best.
Nothing to do

with me, it was years
since I'd seen them.

Still, they took
something with them

no one else knows
about me, and if I

know it, I know
only half, like every

other line of a poem.

5 comments:

  1. Now I must find out more about the poet! This is lovely.

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  2. WOW! that really is perfect isn't it? smiles.

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  3. Hello, my dear,

    I don't how to reach you other than posting a comment.

    First, great poem. Really really great.

    Second. I got roasted today by Eddie Bluelights (who is carrying on David McMahon's tradition). In answering what is the most significant post I've read, yours was one of 3 blogs I mentioned. Truly, Annie (is it?), you set the bar for me.

    So, if you'd like to see the interview (and your name "in lights"), please have a look here:
    http://eddybluelights.blogspot.com/2009/10/sunday-roast-ready-kathlene-kimball.html

    Hope all is well in your world

    With love and gratitude,
    Kathleen

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  4. I know...it really is a lovely poem, isn't it?? And true in a way I'd not put into words myself, yet have felt.

    Kathleen, CONGRATS!!!! on your Sunday Roast interview. Nothing better than reading good news about friends. I'm truly honored that you would include me as one of your most "significant posts" and thank you very much. It means a lot to me. I'll be stopping in at Eddie Bluelights in more days to come--he looks like a hoot:>)

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  5. I lost two relatives in the last month, vestiges of my childhood, memories of my parents long gone.

    I consider the burden of outliving the people I love best and those that love me best and I just sigh.

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Hey, thanks for your thoughts and your time:>)