The metronome
of life
does not stop
for your grief,
nor for my displacement.
It is not enough
to pull a cover
to my chin.
It is not enough
to leave white linen
on your shelf.
It is not enough
to paint at midnight
in a quiet room.
This circadian surge
between us
follows the unsung signature,
a simple timing
twinned when two
hearts pined must beat.
Scupper © 2/2010
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Comments
Some people are resting hyper--vigilant.
That's gooooood. ahhhhhhhhh- O Sarah.
tease.
timely.
rhythm.
Farmer, in one accidental toss of a log for a hearth,
Sarah, falls front-face-forward into pot belly stove.
Afraid.
Farmer might not burn to ashes, so - supper stokes the dreamy Farmer.
Farmers help the room to not grow chilly. Supper hasn't the heart to poke old
Farmers.
(I thought of poems by Harry Graham. I was gone tease Sarah Palin. tease who you love?)
...so full of love and warmth...and hope
Worth the price of admission just for that line . . . yet each and every line leads up to it . . . beautiful, scupper.