Thursday, March 15, 2007

topology.

it is the study of being
at the summit, of knowing
from a distance the real
truth of things. it is

the way a teacher's hands
don't grip a podium. instead
they trace a line down
lecture notes, or drum

idly songs no student
has ever heard. it is
the spankings parents wish
they didn't have to give,

this hurts me more
than it hurts you. it is
the way we forget what
we were the very second

we become something else.

6 comments:

Regina Clare Jane said...

This was just wonderful... I was hooked from the very first line!

Rerun said...

As was I. (Hooked that is). I loved the line breaks...good pacing as well as wonderful content, especially this at the end:
the way we forget what
we were the very second

we become something else.

Thanks for this, there are some great writers here and you are surely one.

Kimberley McGill said...

"the way we forget what
we were the very second

we become something else."

Wonderful lines --- and somehow true.

Crafty Green Poet said...

true, beautifully written and a great ending - what more can you want from a poem?

writerwoman said...

The last line is amazing. Love it.

Marcia said...

"it is
the way we forget what
we were the very second

we become something else."

Loved this, it just flowed and I, too, loved the end.