Aug 2012
The slow winding years sliced up here:
Your birthday: that memorable year
New year O'seven,
that festival of lights,
Sulis,
Brussels;
Years that rolled like mellow waves:
Receding, returning;
Slices of joy.
Photographed here.
But pain, is all curled up.
Jarring notes, unfitting angles
caged like birds
grieving in the corners of our souls
where we return, each time
the bass is strummed at the string of our hearts.
Half-drawn breath, part-held lungs
Moist pain I see in the corners of your eyes.
Let go, let go, let us let go.
This hour of receding darkness,
let them fly away
free with babblers that ring in the day;
Freed, freed of the burdens past,
let's walk in the wind
into crimson tides
to tipping waves,
dipping skies.
Your birthday: that memorable year
New year O'seven,
that festival of lights,
Sulis,
Brussels;
Years that rolled like mellow waves:
Receding, returning;
Slices of joy.
Photographed here.
But pain, is all curled up.
Jarring notes, unfitting angles
caged like birds
grieving in the corners of our souls
where we return, each time
the bass is strummed at the string of our hearts.
Half-drawn breath, part-held lungs
Moist pain I see in the corners of your eyes.
Let go, let go, let us let go.
This hour of receding darkness,
let them fly away
free with babblers that ring in the day;
Freed, freed of the burdens past,
let's walk in the wind
into crimson tides
to tipping waves,
dipping skies.
The inspiration for this poem comes from several impressions that occurred to me through today. In the morning, as the early birds sung in the day, the imagery of nostalgic photographs, the joy they convey and the pain they don't, came in. Later, I read Victoria's poem: http://hellopoetry.com/poem/often-it-is-the-simple-that-strikes-you-hardest/ and the lines 'my silence hangs/ heart-crushingly heavy/I gently nod / feeling my lungs' just touched a nerve and I could sense that feeling - drawn lungs, moist eyes. All that came together, along with a vision of my muses walking away to tapping beats into the morning sea, is strung together and woven up here, into 'Dipping Skies'. It's been a few heavy days in the mindscape and they deserve this new dawn! Thank you Victoria and hellopoetry!
