Wednesday, May 31, 2006

Scenes

I.
he sighed entering the room
his long coat resembling
her forlorn expression
he longed to hear
some tune of Chopin,
Haydn, Mozart
but only silence pervaded.
she did not know what
she lost, he thought.
she couldn't understand,
broken,
a long coat kissing
a lost breeze.

II.
she stared blankly ahead
focusing actually at his
coat's dangling pockets,
empty if for some crumbled papers
(she imagined) l
ost revelations or prophecies.
he stood as if he had known
this was coming.

III.
an inconsiderable loss,
a father, still the silence
prolonged, no notes produced,
his hands ruffled in long
pockets full of
dead matches and butt-ends
relics of secret anxiety.
(if only the moment could take hold ! )
he wondered
if beyond this inscrutible gap
anything more existed
loss of time, space, place.

IV.
she was at once full and empty,
at a complete loss of
life, explanation
replete of rest, pain
numb.
her mind a blanket of
white canvas,
existing only to wait
for his affirmation of
some outer shell of
life
as if their interior were simply
some addition, some embellishment
of truth, rather than the reverse.

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