Chair poem + others


Sometimes you sit
and gaze at the empty chair.

In that chair
with its open arms
are things you can’t have

The guest got up
and walked
leaving his memory behind

. . .


There’s a field, and a cutter who
would take all in time.

There in the moon’s light
walking through stubble, looking
for an edge, a greening edge -

Where the heart turns around, and
quits depleting so.


I can understand the Chair poem completely, but not so sure about Cutter.

Keep up the good work!

Cutter has more of a personal or individual poem meaning instead of universal. It’s about an underlying state of mind that I might be addicted to. Thought someone else here might identify some -