Wednesday, December 5th, 2012...12:06 am

seth howard | her memory

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HER MEMORY

We came together in a place of stone
Cliffs hung over the ocean waves
And all at once we found ourselves
Amidst bleached beaches
White as bone

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Was it her memory or yours
That kept us here after all this time?
And taught us the way the wind felt
And taught us to hear the chime

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The tower stood before us
As we cried
The church and gravestones
Stretched out
Housing all of those
Who died

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And on and on the sad song went
When Autumn days waxed on
Tomorrow and tomorrow and Tomorrow’s
Dreams were daydreamed
With a yawn

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But I never thought
It would be the last time I would
See your smiling face
I never thought it would be
The last time you would
Make my true heart race

I am a poet out of New London Connecticut who graduated from UCONN Storrs. I lived abroad in Japan for 3 years where I studied at Sophia University (An international Jesuit school) and taught English on the side in cafes and a community college in Ikebukuro.

I have traveled extensively across Japan where I enjoyed writing poetry and short stories. I have also traveled to China, Taiwan, and Korea. I feel that my time spent in the orient has been a big influence on my writing, and often think back on my time there fondly.

Now I contribute to the Del Sol Poetry Reading in New London. I like to experiment with different poetic forms, and am interested in cultivating my art. Oddly enough I was a visual artist foremost, and even now I think that influences my style. I like to form clear, understandable images.

I guess the best way to describe myself would be to say that I am a minimalist with romantic tendencies. I value a certain lucidity of language and don’t like poetry that I can’t understand. Fellow poet Tom Weigel always said that my poems were “very subtle.” I hope you can pick up on my voice.

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