Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Saying good-bye
is worse than weeping
over dead gods
It’s a place to end a story
or a nature walk or fold
the white pages of poetry
into handkerchiefs
Some say there are dark
dreams in every house:
jacket pockets hanging
loosely from closet hooks,
drawing rooms or parlors
with silver tea sets on glass tops
Some say there are dark
secrets in the carved words
of playwrights: the pauses
between the moments
before an actor speaks:
“Am I supposed
to be afraid of you?
I am, you know.
Perhaps this is a good time
to say ‘good bye'"

If after these words are said,
and one feels inclined to leave,
this is the time I want to be
placed under glass

particularly fond of :

It's a place to end a story
or a nature walk or fold
the white pages of poetry
into handkerchiefs

but the entire poem is well crafted and poignant ....enjoyed

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"...all the men and women merely players"

Willy was right.

Exquisite poetry. Just lovely.