[At their best, Carmen Leone's poems are understated, gently humorous, & transforming the everyday—here's a wonderful example]
Lost
Somewhere among the coffee cups,
among the coloring books,
beyond the dishtowels
and around the rocking chair
where the remote lay wedged in pillows,
between old magazines and newspapers,
you disappeared
and left behind a shell
that talked like you and looked like you.
But you were gone.
and when I looked for me
I was gone too.
Carmen Leone
© 2009-the present
By the way: I'm happy to let you know that we'll be welcoming a new poetic contributor to the blog this Thursday! Stay tuned for details!
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