I move
in a constellation
of regret
loosely strung stars
resemble nothing
of my self
I climb
wide open skies
feebly lit lines
these nebulous dregs
of me
bare tracery
faint delineation
of the time
that was mine
I light
the quiet night
in cool rue

© Sarah Whiteley


6 thoughts on “contrition

  1. Love this one. I’ve got to tell Cindy Ertner about your blog… (former wife) She is all about poetry and literature. Cindy was really close to my mother, Dahlia ~ English prof, who also would have loved your poetry!

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