Leigh Faulkner

Building a better world, one learner at a time…

SMALL POEMS OF SORROW AND LONELINESS WRITTEN AFTER READING ALLAN COOPER'S PRIVACY POEMS FOR WANG WEI


ii

How often must I say,
We learn true sorrow slowly, can never share it?
That is the privacy I've learned
won't be outlived.

v


My daughter always loved the tiniest doll,
the one nestled inside all the rest.
Each venture out of ourselves
takes us in even further.

ix

There’s joy in turning around to see your tracks
in the mud of the rutted woods road.
How many have done this? How many will?
I want to hold hands with them,
make a chain that will fill all time.

xii

Leaving is a profound act,
like composing a poem.
Yet, I'd bury every poem I’ve ever composed
if only you could return.