#theodoreroethke
When my mother says
that I have my fathers walk,
I worry.
Does this mean that I will
soon follow in his waltz?
Oct 14, 2020
Oct 14, 2020 at 2:00 PM UTC
After years of attempting this craft, I still didn’t get it.
I read it walking to class during undergrad. Back when
Roethke described how nothing would succumb to death,
not even dirt. But in time, I learned that it is a mere calling
of truth. A slight manipulation of memories. A close reading
of a scene where nothing really happens. A hillside of purple
orchards shaking in the wind, then resting its petals against
the earth. I learned that it is a foggy window seat in time
catching the first leaf of autumn connect to wet pavement
or catching two strangers, after a long day, undisturbed,
quietly ********** in the privacy of their home, smiling
at one another for reasons the world will never know.
Sep 29, 2016
Sep 29, 2016 at 7:22 AM UTC