Leaving

Leaving

Leaving: a cadence, a beat.

A repetition in our minds, lost and forgotten.

A shoe box empty and discarded.

Painful, stumbling through, not around, this hurdle.

And still, caresses linger at the bottom of your bag

of memories like a heavy rock.

Leaving: a door closes on your feelings, it is scarier out there.

Darker, but somehow enables you to shine.

From this dark hallway you see roses in the moonlight.

The soft streetlight against the stars.

They have not forgotten you.

Upon leaving, a self-conscious,

thwarted, last attempt

to grasp a passing wave. Ride it to the shore:

A failed attempt.

A deep sense of false pride.

An aching troubled fit creeps along the path to the street

The front yard screams at you.

And the car.

And the buttons on your shirt.

Yes, you are leaving.

Still, I might have the chance to get there before you.

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About Robert Vaughan

Originally from NY, published author, editor, and workshop leader, his poems and fiction are widely found in over 500 print and online magazines, such as Necessary Fiction, BlazeVOX, Connotation Press, BlazeVOX, Thrice, Literary Orphans and Smokelong Quarterly. He is Managing Editor at (b)OINK magazine and leads round- tables for Redoak Writing. He is a six times Pushcart Prize Nominee and his fiction and poetry have won awards, including a Micro-Fiction runner-up (2012) and twice a finalist in the Gertrude Stein Fiction Award (2013-14). His collections are: Microtones (Cervena Barva Press); Diptychs + Triptychs + Lipsticks + Dipshits (Deadly Chaps); Addicts & Basements (Civil Coping Mechanisms); RIFT, co-authored with Kathy Fish (Unknown Press), and FUNHOUSE (Unknown Press).
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14 Responses to Leaving

  1. Mom says:

    Oh my gosh, you present one with so many pictures, feelings, loves, fears, whatever the feelings are. This piece touched my soul.
    I love you so
    Mom

  2. Theo says:

    This is lovely, the images are haunting and the resounding theme rings through it all. Leaving. Yup, eventually, aren’t we all?

  3. Yasmine says:

    What an impact, such a wallop you deliver with this poem. I enjoyed (not sure if that is the right word?) the twist at the end, the last line. Well done. Made me read it again and again.

  4. david says:

    sweet, bittersweet… and sweet again.. a lovely dream

  5. JR Price says:

    I have no clue what this is about, but I enjoyed it anyhow. I have not read any of your poetry before, and I have to admit, I don’t read much poetry in general. Usually because it makes me feel kind of dumb.

  6. Beverly says:

    I found this very haunting, and moving. The words described the feelings and depth of someone in transition, moving from one person, or place to another. I liked how the ‘soft streetlights against the stars… have not forgotten you.’ Some lovely placing of words.

  7. Dez says:

    Your poems leave me mystified.

  8. Terri says:

    I have never read anything of yours, but I am impressed with this poem. So I intend to read more of your blog, one page at a time. Thanks for posting such great stuff.

  9. Vernon says:

    Mystical and genius. Lots of symbolism and rich syntax. Nicely written.

  10. Abby says:

    Not sure I understand this, but I appreciate your writing, and I love your stories.

  11. “Still, I might have the chance to get there before you.”

    That’s because…
    “I have miles to go before I sleep. Miles to go before I sleep.”

  12. Shari says:

    I am so impressed, Robert. Wow. All I can say.

  13. Suzi says:

    Mel…..

  14. G says:

    i think of myself in the dark as a child looking hopefully into the night sky and wonder “who am i and how long”?

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