the light of irrepressible
concert
the moon kept me awake last night
or perhaps it was the clock-tampering
or the book i couldn’t put down
outside my window
shadows of branch and ice
looked enough like a forest
to quieten my mind
and i wandered
through fields of forced memory
wildflower whispers telling stories
long ago named forgotten
in the silence never silent
i listened to the music of this house
a symphony of survival and
companion
keeping time with tapping toe
and misplaced sigh
tracking half a century of hours
offered and removed
buried warm beneath a quilt
stitched pretty by restless fingers
tracing pattern and loss
joy and forgiveness
worn thin at the edges
by sandpaper hands and
the scrabbling ghost tempo
of tender perennial continuance
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March 10th, 2015 at 10:40 am
So many perfect words strung together … love how you do that.
March 10th, 2015 at 11:55 am
that was me two nights ago…could not sleep…it was not history though that haunted me…it was my present…and all i have to do…ha…but what we thought forgotten will def resurface….occassionally
March 10th, 2015 at 12:08 pm
beautiful
March 15th, 2015 at 10:12 am
funny, my silence is never silent either. there’s always music,leftover lyrics or a growing do-to list running amok which has determined me unable to meditate…which i’m okay with. silence can be overrated 🙂