Friday, December 21, 2007

Always on mornings like these I wonder

Always on mornings like these I wonder
if the early light of winter days
and the reverberating noises of this city
conspire to shake me from precious slumber.

I study my reflection after
warm morning absolutions

see a wide, dark scar
etched into my skin – it was

so long ago now it must have been
so painful must have burned, bled
must have throbbed for days...

And yet today, had you asked,
I would hardly have remembered how
it even got there.

6 comments:

Anonymous said...

True!
"...would hardly have remembered how it even got there."

L'Innommable said...

:-)

Charl said...

Luis, honey, thanks; I needed to read this :)

PS: Among other things, I love the selective punctuation; what a great technique for setting flow and rhythm in poetry.

L'Innommable said...

Thanks Charl!

Patrick said...

I'm quite fond of this one.
I know it somewhat changes the topography of the poem, but the word you want to use in the sixth line is "ablutions." Sorry to be a nit-picker.

Luis said...

You were right, Patrick, but I liked absolutions. I remember reading that word somewhere where it was used the way I used it here. I stand by my word.