Writing for Closure
Seeking closure
at the jotting down
of every open ended line,
Each poem I write
Defines the mood for the moment;
Read once, then tossed aside,
Like journal entries,
To be swept up and thrown out
With the Chinese takeout menus
And last week’s Sales Circulars.
Much like the family photos
Taken, then pasted in albums
And shoved away
Into shoeboxes,
Out of reach top shelves,
Bottom junk drawers
Or the Black Hole of closets,
Where they are never to be seen, again…
9.24.8 John Tansey
Copyright ©2008 John Thomas Tansey
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem