Intimations of Affliction


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My prenatal memories

Not of the womb

But before

Faded over time

As did my predilection

For prediction -

All toys of my youth

That disappeared with age.

Now, morbid ecstasy

Chastens the wind

That blows memory aside

As I look off into the distance

At a blur of nonchalance

Cushioned by a whisper of hope

Buried under a desperate sigh

Beneath my fatal resignation.



Joanne Zarrillo Cherefko

Award-winning educator and published poet: A Consecration of the Wind, Fragmented Roots, and Souls Tilled Like Soil. Website: