...the junk drawer of my mind... look if you want. you might find dreams scraps (maybe featuring you?), poem scraps, ideas unformed or abandoned, dried out sharpie pens, 37 cent stamps, lies and red-herrings, lip-gloss and assorted dangling and/or misplaced modifiers.
Sunday, September 5, 2010
I Carry your Heart
last post? maybe.
perhaps, as this has been so much about you, it is appropriate to finally, finally have this image - the last of all the crumbling bits and planks and hearts and stories, all the falling precious stones of effort and loving and wondering, of giving and fearing and failure, at long, long last come rolling to an enduring stillness. Now, perhaps someone, stepping away from their own grief, carrying their own bouquet of giant, spectacular, colored fall leaves as some broad, cryptic map to living, will come to you and linger and wonder at how you were dearly, deeply so loved: wife, mother, daughter, sister and friend. They will see that you left right in the middle of your life and perhaps wonder why. They won't know any more than I nor fathom what was lost in the could-have-been.
Returned to Stardust.
Alive within me, still and always. I will love you until, little sister that I am, I do as you do one more time and lay still forever with a rock at my head. Forty two years of your true companionship. What a blessing. What a poverty had it been less.
Rest in Peace, Beauty, Best Friend, Dearest Soul.
••• one of two eecummings poems read for you (how could it be) five years ago - the other, so appropriately the image of your marker: i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart) this one - a poem of wonder to our Universe - much as you were. how you loved to be of stardust, and I, of stardust, with you, sharing this incomprehensible luck of living, loving, laughing, looking, ••••
i thank You God for most this amazing
day:for the leaping greenly spirits of trees
and a blue true dream of sky;and for everything
which is natural which is infinite which is yes
...(i who have died am alive again today,
and this is the sun's birthday;this is the birth
day of life and love and wings:and of the gay
great happening illimitably earth)
how should tasting touching hearing seeing
breathing any-lifted from the no
of all nothing-human merely being
doubt unimaginably You?
(now the ears of my ears awake and
now the eyes of my eyes are opened)
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Thank You ! I did not made the travel to this spot ! Now the energy is even more intense - and it is a strange kind of relief.
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