Poetry by Alison Luterman: ‘I Confess’

Braided Hair

About a decade ago, I found this poem and wrote it down to tuck it into my old poetry book (where I’ve stored scraps of poetry since I was a child). Since I’ve recently re-discovered it, I wanted to share it with you.

Please check out Alison Luterman‘s site and admire the rest of her work!

I Confess
by Alison Luterman

I stalked her
in the grocery store: her crown
of snowy braids held in place by a great silver clip,
her erect bearing, radiating tenderness,
the way she placed yogurt and avocadoes in her basket,
beaming peach like the North Star.
I wanted to ask “What aisle did you find
your serenity in, do you know
how to be married for fifty years, or how to live alone,
excuse me for interrupting, but you seem to possess
some knowledge that makes the earth burn and turn on its axis—”
but we don’t request such things from strangers
nowadays. So I said, “I love your hair.”


Filed under Art, Inspiration, Journal, Life, Poetry

15 responses to “Poetry by Alison Luterman: ‘I Confess’

  1. Brilliant. Absolutely brilliant. One single, simple phrase says it all. Thank you for the smile.

  2. Wow, that was intense Karen, thank you!!

  3. Aahh, what a lovely poem!!♥ I agree, we sometime meet people like that and want to say much more than we do for fear of embarrassing them or us. The compliment is so much easier. Love the thoughts in this and the way it’s written. And also a poet I’ve not heard of before. Thanks Karen for unveiling a lovely poem and introducing me to a poet I didn’t know of! 🙂

  4. Wonderful and so true – we daren’t ask the real questions but I bet the woman loved the compliment anyway. Great poem! 🙂

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