Lynne Knight

Dissolving Borders

Lament


I took them all to forget you.
The first one liked to keep one step ahead
and what he said got lost in the rush
of traffic headed in the same direction
I took when I left. Then the one
who wanted me to read the news every
morning while he waited for the sun
to do something rare, something worthy
of poetry; incinerate me right
there in my chair, say. I left without
a word. The next one held my hair
like flame. I felt my face disappear.
And the one who picked the notes on his guitar
like fruit and left them for me to eat.
The one who said what they all said.
The one who spoke in things.
The one whose tongue went everywhere.
The one whose seed I swallowed like a pill.
And still the hollow in my heart,
the hollow echo in my ear.
The nights no dream could interrupt
dragging their blacks into day . . .
And still the hollow everywhere
when I cry your name.

Selected Works

Poetry
A collection of poems on loss and renewal
French translations of the Snow Effects cycle by Nicole Courtet
Poems on love and loss
A study of betrayal in all its aspects
A cycle of poems on a motherís descent into dementia
A cycle of poems on winter Impressionist paintings