Remaining Within

From Time Magazine

From Time Magazine

We walked to the wall

holding hands

As dry as sheets of paper

You had LOVE tattooed

On your fingers

I can remember,

Dark the ink was.

The wall held a series

Of graffiti. FEAR

Is a word I remember,

Seeing there

Written in a quick red slash.

“It’s on the inside.” You said

“It doesn’t come from the outside.”

I ran my knuckles against

The rough edges of bricks

Painted upon, over and over and over

Slight changes of colors null

I always felt I could feel

The humanity, even in the most

Hateful things, things that fear

My knuckles became scuffed

I bled a little, stillness—still

I bleed a little more—remembering  

The depth of your tattoo

Dry against my bosom

The wall isn’t finished, can’t be

You said

“There is a bag of bricks

Hidden in our bushes,

Ready to be thrown

at our windows.”

I didn’t put it together

Until now,

why the wall was here

Why you left, why others leave.

We now live in two separate times

I have a child now

I can’t find the bag of bricks

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29 Responses to Remaining Within

  1. annwjwhite says:

    Elan, again your style grabs the heart and makes tears fall. Somehow we need to give you the fame you so deserve.

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  2. AlienChild says:

    So sad, great poem.

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  3. Ralph says:

    ‘Tis a Good un, Elan ! “I bleed a little more, remembering……….. ” Oh yes !

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  4. Erica Herd says:

    This reminds me of growing up in Jackson Heights. It has a real sense of place / time.

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  5. tmezpoetry says:

    What a beautiful write, sigh~

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  6. I could feel the emotion in this. Awesome writing, Elan!

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  7. Tanya Cliff says:

    Elan, I am always impressed by your work, but this piece is really special!
    Thank you so much for sharing it!

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  8. Sally says:

    Very powerful. Immediately it took me to the Falls Road, in Belfast. I still meet people who ,lived there. The emotional damage, the scars, are indelible. Sally

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  9. Powerful stuff. By the way, good to see you popping up in Discover the other day.

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  10. bunchup says:

    Touching and emotional.

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  11. Phil Huston says:

    So many walls, So many pictures, so few words. Nice work.

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  12. That was great! these words you write make me reminisce of my old crumbled brick walls that couldn’t be put back up.Good one!

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  13. Excellent emotion captured in this poem I re-read it three times.. Great job!

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  14. Tahir says:

    Elan this was touching. You have done justice. It reminded me of loss of my son years ago.

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  15. I cringed a bit. Excellent piece.

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  16. vivachange77 says:

    Powerful reminder of things that keep us out and things that lock us in. Melancholy and beautiful.

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  17. I read, walls rise between us and others as we age and change. Well-stated, fine writing.

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  18. Sonderwriter says:

    That was beautiful, such intricate writing. The ending is incredibly enigmatic and thought-provoking. Loved it!

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  19. leighaswords says:

    This really is amazing. You truly have a beautiful gift!

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  20. Sohini says:

    Oh gosh lovely

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