기억의 귀 - 이정모 시집

                                                                                                                                      시인의 말

                                                                                                                     언제부터였는지 모른다.

                                                                                                               열어달라고 두드리는 소리를

                                                                                                               아니, 울리는 함성을 들었다.

                                                                                                                    깃발의 기척 같기도 했고

                                                                                                                 겨울나무 가지 끝 눈송이가

                                                                                                    서성이다 떨어지는 소리 같기도 했다.

                                                                                                                     알 수 없는 그 무엇 같은,

                                                                                                                시는 싱싱한 나의 귀를 끌고

                                                                                                                          알 속 적막에 들더니

                                                                                                                        바람의 긴장이라 한다.

                                                                                                           청춘과 희망의 나래가 퍼득이고

                                                                                                                       생각의 빈 손이 보인다.

                                                                                                몇 번째 별에서 만나야 당신이 반짝일까

                                                                                               누가 나의 환상을 위해 울어줄 이 없는데

                                                                                      온몸으로 기다리는 시간의 뼈가 살을 기다린다.

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