Carl Adamshick

(Toledo , OH)

The solitude of an apricot - Poem by Carl Adamshick

Away from leaf touch, from twig.
Away from the markings and evidence
of others. Beyond the shale night
filling with rain. Beyond the sleepy
origin of sadness. Back, back into
the ingrown room. The place where
everything loved is placed, assembled
for memory. The delicate hold
and tender rearrangement of what is missing,
like certain words, a color reflected off
water a few years back. Apricots and
what burns. It has obtained what it is.
Sweet with a stone. Sweet with the
concession of a few statements,
a few lives it will touch without bruising.


Comments about The solitude of an apricot by Carl Adamshick

  • Kumarmani Mahakul (1/12/2016 3:20:00 AM)


    For memory.... The delicate hold brings out thought ahead in this wise sharing.10 (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, January 12, 2016



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