in all the noises that swallow our silence
the wind sweet from yesterday's baking
let's take an slow inventory of the body
over the sore fingers, the ache of prayer
as the snow bends us into old women
& mouths sprout puffs of baby laughter
until we pull the noise from our heads
those star-bellied, wind-bitten skies
and we are gentle loving the people
who can love each other at the end
_________________________
Pic: Outside. Thawing.
14 comments:
I love those last 2 lines in particular. It’s particularly applicable to my life right now as my uncle is nearing the end of his battle with cancer. I heard a quote recently that grief is a blanket of love and I feel like that’s such an apt description.
Oh I love this so much, Maya! It's very evocative.
The thaw is such a great feeling, isn't it? The first day when you go outside and it just feels...mild. It's such a joyful feeling.
Beautiful poem, although it's leaving me with a melancholy feeling. Love the photo of the thaw- spring will come!
This is so to the heart. Very visual and yes, as Lisa said, those last two lines...
Nice.
Wow, the imagery here is so beautiful, thank you.
Oh, this is so lovely. "...the snow bends us into old women" is especially meaningful to me.
When I read the last line, all I could think of was the song "The End" by The Beatles..."And in the end/The love you take/Is equal to the love you make."
I'm so sorry about your uncle, Lisa. I take some comfort in knowing you feel love as uppermost in your anticipatory grief.
A no-jacket day! Such lightness, Nicole! You get me friend!
Sorry about the melancholia, Jenny... I hope there's a beautiful sunset or sunrise around you to take that feeling away!
Thank you, Jeanie <3
Thank you!
Thank you, Jules!
Nance, If I ever expand this poem, I should dedicate it to you. Looking back, I think that line came directly from your most recent post, don't you? And thank you for the song, I listened and like those Lennon/McCartney lines at the end... (Although it is George, of course, who is my personal deity.)
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