Time to build a poem together. I’ve picked out several of what I thought were evocative boundaries and edges you all shared. I’d like to have anyone and everyone take this list and add (or delete) whatever is needed to create more connection and more meaning. Feel free to work on what’s posted or devise your own version.
When rage becomes a slap.And the officer at your door removes his cap.
That black wall of rain steadily crosses the open field.
And the sharp crack of the judge’s gavel hits the block, pronouncing you divorced.
You are the front row and he, the stage.
It is the silence after a gunshot
Living living living living living living, dead.
My father’s last breath
The palpable silence
the end of a symphony.
And the doors to the elevator closed
You stand at the top of stairs looking into the darkness of the basement.
The moment you hear you’re pregnant.
When the doctor cuts the umbilical cord and one becomes two.
Pancakes in circles on the hot griddle
And the crunchy crust of artisan bread