It came like an age lost in the trance of shattered
belief - how on earth could this happen without a
sign; no sirens wailed, signals blinked, yet to-the-
fore silence infamously thieved what were those
clandestine ‘bulletins’ of sanguine peace -
Then on a day of no recompense, her statement;
I’m leaving to rediscover myself, I’ve lost my way
in this morass of mendacity, can’t see the woods
for these loquacious trees of your words; they’re
stifling me from fondly being whom I once was
Please, I say, I can’t understand; we were paired
over 40 years in a history of being there for each
other; we’ve shared the greatest burdens & gifts -
survived where being together mattered most yet
accord didn’t disgrace why we loved and cared
Oh, it still says I need find myself; rediscover that
slot back a ways in an already aged past - its too
passé only being lovers of youth - tho when I am
there I know I’ll be rejuvenated - maybe repaired,
able to be me again; then we revisit this theme...
And poetry flowed like a meme given to grace its
its own sustenance and the age slipped away as
a preface to regeneration; she never came back;
the memories of exquisite passion, & tenderness,
will never abate - we’ll always be of that unity …
© 28 February 2017, I. D. Carswell
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