Sunday, December 11, 2011

All That Remains









An urn, classic I suppose; half jet, half brass
and swirled in the manner of the yin-yang sign, 
containing your ashes, anchors the display, 
dead centre (you’ll excuse the expression). 

Your stethoscope is draped to one corner; near it, 
Transition: A Mental Autobiography by Will Durant 
sits on a plate stand – presumably a book that meant a lot to you. 

On the other side, near the familiar photo 
of your wife and you – the one you kept 
in your office and that was used at your memorial, 
also on a plate stand, there’s a small ceramic turtle. 

Did you like turtles? I didn’t know that – 
something else I didn’t know …

2 comments:

  1. Thank you for joining Poets United. I have added your blog to our blogroll so others can discover you and your wonderful poetry. Poets United is what you make of it so explore, comment often and it will lead to folks doing so in return. We look forward to visiting your blog and reading your poetry.

    Ink runs from the corners of my mouth
    There is no happiness like mine.
    I have been eating poetry.
    ~Mark Strand

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  2. Thank you so much Mark Strand! I love your site ... am delighted that you've added this blog there. Thanks for the kind words about this poem.

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