Graspless

 

 

Graspless

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moonlight keeps dark at bay
pressing in
as night winds stir
mocking final breath of life
lost to the lightless realm
beyond the chill encircling me

no emotion here
save grief

failed digits of a graspless hand
on a broken stair
where ankle bent
and held oranges spilled

no voice came to the futile cry

those lips will not know again
sweet fruit

nor love…

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rob kistner © 2010

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16 thoughts on “Graspless”

  1. Hi Rob – failed digits of a graspless hand is a powerful image. As is / are the spilled oranges.
    This is my first visit here – you’re obviously an established poet?

  2. Ooo, you wrote a dark one, too. Gorgeous piece. Gorgeous imagery. I particularly like “held oranges spilled”. I can see them tragically tumbling down the steps.

  3. There is, with “Grapless” a hand, a life, resigned to succumb to the natural forces present. Expected these things fall away, and what remains, grief, is also understood for what it is, an emotion. Very wise. I particularly like “lost to the lightless realm”. Very deep.

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