When Flowers Were I n Bloom

When Flowers Were I n Bloom

Tuesday

She Lived in The Hush Of life


She lived in the hush of life.
Free from the discord of the world.
She moved in a different kind of light,
in a path where angels whispered their comings and goings,
where truths were absolute and breathed in stone,
where teardrops evaporated into an eternal aurora.
In the chambers of her heart, a promise flowered
and pollinated and enriched her being.

In the evening, as she moved about the kitchen
her fingers linear and alive created an aroma
that simmered in the space of her family's life.
Her symphony was the clink of a glass, the clank of a pot,
the chink of a spoon, laced by the song of her soul.
It would pour on to earth, a call for the family to gather,
and we would come, appearing in evening blue:
fireflies circling a pilgrim's candlelight.

Around the kitchen table, in an unbroken circle,
the youngest son would string notes together.
A progression that dispersed light in an even glow.
Congas resonated in gentle waves, tambourines released
the spirit, and light whirled and pulsated.
Her daughters would layer the song into second and third
then weave it in a harmony of delights.
We were saturated in vibrant warmth.

And so it went, late into the evening: the earth arced away,
the stars curved away, the moon dissolved into white
and her sons played and her daughters sang.
And by and by,
and by and by
through a corridor of fluttering light,
her husband passed through the wall of her life
and entered the unbroken circle, his tenor a breath in her lungs.
And by and by,
and by and by,
her father and mother passed into her life
and entered the unbroken circle, their song inhaled into her lungs.
And in the midnight of her hour, her brothers and sisters also gathered
and wove their song into her breath.

And so we circled
her candlelight
in a path where angels whispered
their comings and goings,
where truths were absolute
and breathed in stone,
where teardrops evaporated
into an eternal aurora.
In the hush
of her life
we released her.
In honor
and love
we released her.

4 comments:

  1. sad and powerful...
    vivid capture of sentiments of her and toward her...

    Cheers.

    A++

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  2. thanks for the response
    i'm going through
    your website
    reading news & poems

    power to the poet,

    este

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  3. hope to see you contribute a free verse to poets rally today.
    your work will be fully represented ..

    thanks,

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  4. thanks brother
    will do

    power to the poet,
    este

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