Leaving an Impression – a poem by Philip E. Repko

Leaving an Impression

I’d like the last impression to be sharp
and clear down to the cellular degree;
I’d like to think your gesture left my mark
upon the rough-hewn cloth, and on the street.
I’d like to know that tongues will wag - or swell
depending on the volume of the cry.
If you should show the courtesy to douse
and by your love and care, suborn my lie;
that is, I’d like the image transferred hence
to be enhanced by its highlighted flaws.
The blemishes infused by force of truth  
and rendered on a remnant, or a shawl.
I’d like to think that each and every climb, 
and every fall was crucial to the cause,
that what one human brings to his one term
is crucial in the grandest scheme of things. 
The crucial is the crux.  The crux the cross. 
Thus all are critical.  Each soul.  Each heart. 

Philip E. Repko is a sixty-three year old Pop-Pop, dad, husband and purveyor of poetry and prose. Professionally, he has held down the educational fort better than of the past 40 years. In the way of an ‘exciting update,’ Phil recently learned that his first book of poetry has been accepted for publication by Anxiety Press, and is in production.