Monday, April 20, 2015

My poem, "After Twenty Years," appeared in yesterday's Portland Press Herald. I wonder what people thought of it. The poem is sad, and perhaps people prefer not to feel sad on the most beautiful day of the spring. 

Yet sometimes the habits of care do become a way of not speaking. Familiar silence is both a comfort and a mask. There is so much we do not know about the ones we have known for so long.


David (n of 49) said...

"The sadness at the heart of things." "We live, as we dream--alone."

Dawn Potter said...

Thank you for these. They say it better than I can.

David (n of 49) said...

Sorry but, respectfully, I disagree. They just say it differently. :-)