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I fade
Like picture
Too long sun exposed
Power once possessed
Weakened disappeared
All ebbs
I am not alone
The tide moves out
As well as in
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this is now the place
surrounded by life's
accumulated things
we can resolve
there will be permanence
finally staying here until -
until what - the ending or
simply to move on
don't stop -
it's the American way
DREAMS
Paper collages
pages torn from life
pasted for the night
Giant blenders
shaping reality
for our psyche’s needs
Cornell boxes
holding our angularities
to worsen our stresses
Spider webs
sticking when brushed
holding the unknowable
DIVORCE
The legalities were brief:
A few questions, answers by my lawyer,
The judge gave the OK. It was no-fault,
At least in the law’s eyes. Where the fault is
When the joining is dissolved
Is more than I or the law can tell.
Did I feel free? A question for time.
I got my papers and thanked all.
When I left the courthouse I entered
A small church across the street.
Why I don’t know. It was there.
Maybe I remembered the feeling
After the marriage and sought
The same feeling now. I knelt.
As I bowed my head to pray
I noticed my glasses were wet.
Reaching I realized I was crying.
Why? I had dissolved a marriage
That had been a burden for years
Yet I cried. Relief, sorrow, emotions
Unanticipated. I cried.
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Biographical Note:
Joe Quinton is a recent resident of
Chester County, Pennsylvania after lives spent in Providence, Boston,
West Palm
Beach and Kingsville, Texas. He came to poetry after retiring and
seeking
some form of expression. He finds it serves as a journal of life today
and a memento of what was once. Both themes appear and reappear in his
poetry.Joe is a regular contributor to Creek Road Gang. See the Author Index
for Poetry to find more of his work.
