Our Corner

A man hangs his hat in that corner

where once we slept together

an ignorant or discontent foreigner

to our dislocated nether.

No one knows what happened

to the images our jury pardoned.

 

It was not always rainy when you came.

There were moments, tucked into our night

we found shelter in our tender shame

knowing neither would ever fight

for all the stories Donne read within

that little corner of our skin.

 

No one forgets—

not even the man, uncapped, in grey

strolling through space time bid offset

frustrated and sweating through the summer decay

praying for the breath that weaves

through the door, but out the window leaves.

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25 thoughts on “Our Corner

  1. hey!! so cool seeing you chris – hope life treats you well…
    i like how you start it with him hanging his hat in the corner where you made love.. felt invasion here…the it wasn’t always rainy… really deep emotions in this… ah – and good to see you..smiles

    • Life is definitely in a good place right now…haven’t been as happy in a long time. Glad the emotion of the piece resonated through you, Claudia. You’ve always been the standard to aspire to for that emotional depth of writing, so it means a lot!

  2. Yes, Donne is perhaps the most sensual of poets to have under your skin.
    Wondering, haunted, by the lines:
    ‘praying for the breath that weaves
    through the door, but out the window leaves’

    • I have a great affection for Donne. The man had a knack for capturing romance and beauty far beyond the capability of most earth-anchored minds…he has always been an inspiration. Seemed the perfect reference for the moment, and he obviously struck the right chord. Good to hear that ending line left things on exactly the note I sought to end on, too.

  3. Oh I love the vehicle here. Taking a stranger into a room where you entertained a tender but illicit passion. The contrast of time continuing steadily in one place as you two move away and in different directions – the poem encompasses all four dimensions with emotion. Excellent work as always! Missing you too btw. 🙂

    • But is he really a stranger, or an old man reflecting on a person he no longer is? Questions, questions…time is the vehicle that moves us forward, and provides the contrasts we must all come to terms with.

      Always missing you, Gay! Thanks for your words and interpretations–they mean the world, as ever.

  4. a brilliant, nostalgic write that takes me into its journey

    No one knows what happened
    to the images our jury pardoned.

    It was not always rainy when you came.

    particularly evocative for me in their (spoken or unspoken) contexts

  5. Good to see you Chris. Vivid poem…love the first lines and this…t was not always rainy when you came.

    There were moments, tucked into our night

    we found shelter in our tender shame

    • In that case I’m honored! Everyone reacts differently. For some, poetry can stir the heart; for others, it takes the vivid visuals of a well-strung movie; for still others, it is only the experiences of their OWN lives that will unlock the true capabilities of feeling. Pleased my poem was able to touch you in some way, and that given your general feeling, you took the time to read and to say as much. All the best!

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