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In the tic tock


of time

distance drips

from an IV

as we realize

the quality

of permanence

desperate attempts

we all claw

at wholeness

denied by age

decided by destiny

rambling on

until the grand finale


31 thoughts on “Quietus

  1. I like it all, but “distance drips / from an IV” put me right in the scene. I could see from your perspective the distortion of time as the drops fall, looking back, looking forward, melancholy in both worlds. Well done, Lana! 🙂

    • Thank you, Joan. You have that wonderfully keen, poetic eye. I wished you lived nearby and we could have lattes and talk poetry. We wouldn’t even have to wear black turtlenecks to Starbucks, mainly because it is much too hot to wear black turtlenecks now 😀 I hope you have a marvelous week, happy writing to you!

      • Lattes would be fun… I guess all poets wear black turtlenecks? Under a sweater with elbow patches. Baggy corduroy pants. Birkenstock Arizonas, with socks. And a beret worn at a tilt. Now if you see me at your local Starbuck’s, you’ll know it’s me. 🙂 hee hee

  2. “wholeness/ denied by age/ decided by destiny.” Powerful, Lana, The sad poignancy of so many people’s end of life experiences. Beautifully written, this poem seems to drip with the IV.

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