B of E #16: the man who knew

Frank Prem

he could tell when he touched the door

 

there had been no signs
no clues or expectations
but the moment the hand that held the key
came in contact with the door
he knew

 

perhaps an absence of vibration
or a hollowness
seeping from around the edges of the door-frame
perhaps nothing
who knows how the senses intuit or infer

 

he stopped
with the key halfway into the lock
and wondered if he should retrace his steps
get back into the car
return to work for an hour
then start out for home again
but that wouldn't change anything

 

he knew

 

~

 

when a voice speaks into silence
it can jar                sound over-loud
but in a moment
the emptiness will assert itself
and reply with a touch
on the shoulder
a shiver along the spine

 

footsteps echo
like a cathedral funeral
reverent and ominous
while familiar objects
become mysterious messengers
mutely trying to communicate
matters of great moment
if only

 

great matters of if only

 

and the scan of these once-familiars
leads inevitably
to the new item
the one supported
by cut-glass salt and pepper shakers
gifted on the big day
so long ago

 

a stark white rectangle
with his name
addressed in the tell-tale loops
that once suggested open fields
and laughter

 

it beckons

 

~

 

the quiet can be a companion
when any noise would be an intrusion
in the hours past darkness
spent thinking
and wondering

 

so many possibilities to consider
so many ruled improbable
by the fact of the envelope
thinking the worst
dismissing the benign
reviewing all that he knows and can recall

 

deep in an armchair
in the dark
the only sound
rhythmic tapping
of an unopened communication
against a twitching leg

 

he cannot work it out
in his mind
but he knows

 

he just knows

 

~

  • Author: Frank Prem (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 23rd, 2018 00:02
  • Comment from author about the poem: The Book of Evenings.
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  • Goldfinch60

    Such a good write Frank, he knows but doesn't want to accept it.

    • Frank Prem

      Yes, GF. If he doesn't look, then maybe ...

    • Laura🌻

      Frank!
      A great write!
      I know he’ll eventually open that envelope! He’s putting it off for as long as he can. Perhaps it’s wishful thinking that if he doesn’t open it, it won’t be real! As I said, wishful thinking! I enjoyed the read! Thank you for sharing!

      ~Laura~

      • Frank Prem

        Thanks Laura. Glad you're enjoying these pieces.

        • Laura🌻

          Totally!



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