Barely
August 14, 2011
I lean my forehead
against bark
hardened in the strength
of weight in years
I embrace the ache
slow tears of sap
obey the pull
of my weakness
sliding sweetly
down the cool
of
an empty chair
a half-made bed
an exquisitely painful
quiet;
in the mirror
my own reflection
is all I see
all I don’t want to see
…today
I sense the sky
is almost
blue.
(part of Open Link Night #5 at http://dversepoets.com/)
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Translocation of sustenance into empty space, phloem severed. Masterful.
This is a beautiful poem..& a really excellent poem in terms of the art of writing..the ending ‘I sense the sky is almost blue’ has such a delicate & exquisite grace..in my opinion this is the best poem of yours so far that I have been privileged to read.
My first visit, Peter. If this is an indicative of your writing, I will have to spend some time here. The subtleness of being alone, right up to even the sky feeling blue. Brilliant.
A stunning piece of writing – scope expanded by your blog graphics.
You take a traditional muse and exemplify
Great to read your work and look forward to reading some more
Another stunning poem – you are an excellent imagist
wow. me likes…slow tears of sap obeying gravity…lovely imagery…well executed verse….
I feel utterly depressed now… this is good, yes?
not bad … ;-))!
slow and sweet melancholy…love it ~
Your beautiful words create vivid images for me. As with many of your poems, I found the ending issued a proposition of hope, which I always find comforting. Thanks for sharing such emotion : )
– Eva
Beautifully vivid, quiet. I can feel the hum of absence. Even so, a sense blue sky, of hope being there when you’re ready to look up. Well done. ~K