amber rumpled holiness skin ancient bones invisible weep chambers three seeds spiral
Chambers of Amber
No rumpled memories of you for me,
They are sharp and crystal clear.
I daily miss you desperately
And most readily shed a tear.
When I look at what life gave to you
And took you early from this place
I struggle with those fine purveyors
Of holiness, divinity and grace.
I miss the contact, intimate, of skin
On willing skin; a spoon affair.
Holding you in that warm embrace,
Flesh on flesh, the odour of your hair.
I wept for you but weep for me
As I wander through this land
A stranger now set free (an odd idea)
With no-one here to hold my hand.
We are a bag of meat and bones
A thinking pot roast, presented lightly,
So what is that unseen essence,
That holds my heart so tightly?
Ancient wisdom, Seneca of course, says
Be strong, love what is, just be.
It is the seed of a future that is to come.
But how can I release the past when it is me?
What’s past is past and cannot change
Like amber that entombs a gnat or three
It just remains suspended tightly there
As a loving, cherished memory.
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My heart aches with and for you.
ReplyDelete"We are a bag of meat and bones
ReplyDeleteA thinking pot roast"
This image hit me hard. It brings thought of being devoured, consumed... and not in good way. Powerful... and a tad scary.
But how can I release the past when it is me? - how indeed... nicely said!
ReplyDeleteBeautifully expressed. And I think we can all relate.
ReplyDeleteYour poetry triggered so many powerful emotions in me. Since early October 2023, I have lost a former husband, my dearest friend, a theatre director I often worked with, and came very close to losing a step-granddaughter. My heart aches for you. I am both soothed and overwhelmed by your poem.
ReplyDeleteTil death do us part is so easily said in the beginning of it all. I'm sorry for your loss.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful writing. I felt tears begin as I read this. So many can relate.
ReplyDeleteAnd it is that way. I have two BILs who have lost their wives and one is grieving badly still, the other more knowing that life is like that, is taking it very well. The latter misses her a lot though, just under control of himself.
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