Friday, October 23, 2009


Maybe there’s a place
between the words you said
and I, mind downstream
laughing on an inner tube
slightly high and giddy
decades past, drawn back sharply
by your irritation, crust-like lichen
a memory, 50 years
to grow a hand’s breadth
across granite punched through
by the mineral seeker’s drill,
maybe there’s a place
in there I left something,
back then for myself
to find today, rediscover
and come back full circle and spit,
those words no gift but a curse,
slow venom held cradled
like a charm
Rachel Westfall
October 23, 2009


jozien said...

Hi Rachel. Your poem today, another arrow hitting the bull's eye for me.
In my own; coming full circle, this poem shows me there's hope:), like a crack in the granite. Thanks

Linda S. Socha said...

Love your work Rachael. For me this is a poem of saddness and loss with hope for a recycle ....I am wondering about the origin or the idea for you

Nevine said...

"... maybe there's a place/in there I left something,/back then for myself/to find today, rediscover...". And don't we always leave something in memory to rediscover later? A gift, I think, although you call it a curse. But yes, "slow venom... like a charm". Beautiful!


Karen said...

Coming back to that place takes courage, looking for healing and finding that he venom has pooled there. Sometimes it's better to shake the dust off your feet.

Liz said...

Rachel, I read and reread and reread your poetry. And I find I have no words to say. Maybe Jozien says it best -- "another arrow hitting bull's eye" ...

namingconstellations said...

Given all the memory poems that are disgustingly saccharine in their nostalgia or really uncomfortable in their trauma, this was a breath of fresh air. Cautious and honest and brave.

Fireblossom said...

Those gifts, they come oddly packaged, don't they?

Diane Vogel Ferri said...

Your poems are always so touching Rachel

Guess who... said...

Beautiful you! ;)

There is always a place between you and the rest of life and the magic of your words....

RachelW said...

Guess who, where is that place? I hope it's not where I was all last night, because I don't want to go back there.

Woman in a Window said...

There's never a time you don't inspire me to see things through a web of different words.