Shutters XI

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The eleventh of a series of twelve written at a shuttered window. Originally published in the anthology Terra Firma.

Shutters XI

Witness the blade’s completed arc,
or hailstones brought to earth,
acts refined and balanced in delivery,

the results, specious. The sweet
onion, too, relies on caution, but once
halved loses the attractive measure of

entirety, the unseen grace exposed,
reverting to a core, and deeper,
within the layered heart, laid to rest.

That it may end, and in return, begin anew.

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27 thoughts on “Shutters XI

  1. Thanks for stopping by and checking out my blog Robert, I love your selection of poems, I’ve been scrolling through them. For some reason I’ve never found my way with poetry, my dearest friend is a master poet, I prefer short stories. Have you ever heard of Italo Calvino? He’s probably my favorite writer. He takes a lot of inspiration from Jorge Luis Borges, the master short story writer. Keep in touch Robert, Much Love Brother
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  2. I really like how you paired this with the photograph of the chopped onion. Funny, but that gave the poem an added pungency as I read it.

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  3. On a very cerebral level here….the reference to cutting an onion in half and it losing its identity–its luster of being whole, only to then experience a renewal….very beautiful depth here.

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  4. Love how you draw in so many (seemingly) disparate ripples here, Robert. The blade’s arc calls to mind a scythe (and that idea echoes later in “laid to rest”), which calls to mind darker imagery, but then you bring it again back to the Earth, with the hailstones and, even deeper, the fragrant red/purple onion. And then the onion takes on human characteristics (of the human heart, it seems to me). Let’s hope the subcutaneous heart shows the resiliency of the subterranean onion!

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  5. I love that you found an onion a good topic for a poem. I heard a story once about a creative writing student who was criticized by the instructor for writing a story about a pig. The instructor said, “Pigs don’t make literature.” Silly, has he never read Charlotte’s Web?

    Thanks for stopping by my blog. I appreciate it.

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