Silence
by Jill Chan
I let go
of my properties,
my work.
I let go
of this room,
its dimensions.
I let go
of the dreams
of sleep.
I let go
of the door,
its entering.
I let go
of objects,
their uses.
I let go
of the night,
its beauty light.
I let go
of the missing,
of the way they go.
I let go
of wars,
the death and scars.
I let go
of the pain,
how it has remained.
I let go
of certainty,
of how I leave.
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Nice, Jill. The repetition enforces the feeling so well.
A kaleidoscopic mantra.
"I let go"
So profound.
Thank you, Kitty, Mathew, and Erika, for the deep comments.
Love, love the last stanza, Jill. ***
Beautifully done!
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In this stanza, is the speaker letting go of one thing or two things? If two things (as in rest of poem), consider a comma after "dreams."
"I let go
of the dreams
of sleep."
Thank you Rachna, and Bill.
Bill, thank you for the deep reading and suggestion. I haven't made up my mind which I mean. But will consider.
This is a poem that loves to be read out loud.
Thank you, Darryl. That means a lot.