Only the words are orderly across the page of grief.
I interrupted your flight to say that you are the kiss, the final seal on this nefarious subterfuge in which shadows have caught shadows in nets of silver hardening beneath a mean moon. While everyone mourned and burnt candles through the dark morning you were loosening wings, tired wings, cropped to hold you still. You were shaking out the dust and the secrets into what was left of the quiet hours so that when hell might at last break loose you would be far away from the fire. Already burnt and bandaged. You would not lose more than your voice this time.
I tell no one I have seen the brightest light, the last best kiss, the most gorgeous tapestry of courage in your heart. I will never tell. Go, go before I change my mind and try to hold you for myself!
After a thousand eulogies you'd think I know my way around the odor of letting go. Yet I hang back, with all that is true clasped tightly in my fragile bouquet of hope that there will be more shining, more singing in the shower for all to hear, more of this ego-less joy in breathing, in walking, in soaping up the windows of your clean spirit. I can smell your soap every day and it scours out the charcoal remains of skeletons, empty pens, scribbled ripped billets tumbling across my unmade bed. Only the words are orderly across the page of grief.
Comments (5)
Huh?
Posted by Lucille Miles | September 25, 2009 2:59 PM
Posted on September 25, 2009 14:59
It's like longhand poetry, you don't have to get it. It's what came out of my head, direct, at 11pm last night. This is what happens when I don't direct or filter my writing and let myself write stream of consciousness. It's soothing to me so I like to do it.
Posted by angelina | September 25, 2009 7:07 PM
Posted on September 25, 2009 19:07
your writing style is reminding me of whats his buckets-that guy who wrote the Famished Road. long poetry.
Posted by sharon | September 26, 2009 11:22 AM
Posted on September 26, 2009 11:22
I just looked that up- I've never read that but now I want to. It sounds really cool.
Posted by angelina | September 26, 2009 12:14 PM
Posted on September 26, 2009 12:14
Thank you, it's beautiful..
I will admit I was a little torn between a love of the beauty and wanting to offer support if something serious had gone down. I really appreciate you clarifying the context.
Kind Regards
Belinda
Posted by simply.belinda | September 27, 2009 4:03 AM
Posted on September 27, 2009 04:03