because while some truths lend themselves to equations, others are best described in verse

what i found inside the black box

so much
can happen in a decade. in a night filled
with spiral-sta(i)red decline. things

to hold on to, in sacred letters tall as a man:
to touch. you should have known
there: tangere, like want. volare, to fly.

i’ve forgotten the past tense.
plusquamperfect amaveram,*
but only in the wrong tongue. she died.

now that coat hangs hung, like a wish,
starched with thin veins, so much in a decade.
some things you hold against forever.

memoryclamped. what if you could fly then,
glasseyed and steady. beads tight round
white wrist, to want with small fingers.

something many-touched to hang on to
in the night. meant to hold not to cut, meant
to hold not to cut. meant to hold not to cut.

 

*translations all from the Latin. amaveram is the first-person plusquamperfect tense of amare = I had loved.
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10 responses

  1. Such intriguing imagery (as usual), creating the knowledge that there are unplumbed depths here. Unplumbed for me, not you. You’ve excavated them and laid them out for me, I just need the time to explore. Thank you for sharing!

    February 19, 2014 at 11:18 am

    • there are depths not even i wish to plumb here, i think! this was a product of two workshop writes prompted by objects i found rather randomly around my house. Catholic jewelry and medical implements! ;) Thank YOU for reading, Denise!

      February 24, 2014 at 12:30 pm

  2. A very insightful write well written. >KB

    February 19, 2014 at 11:30 am

    • Thank you. *curtsies nicely*

      February 24, 2014 at 12:31 pm

  3. the tangible nature of that coat hanging there…esp if it has been there 10 years….after their death…what a memory to hang there always reminding us….having taken 2 years of latin as well, i appreciate that….and even chuckled a bit at the tense….

    February 19, 2014 at 11:33 am

    • i admit i’m a bit of a grammar nerd– i loved my latin! smiles. hope you are well, my friend. it’s been a while.

      February 24, 2014 at 12:36 pm

  4. meant to hold not to cut… dang…that gave me shivers… great images…the man-tall letters…the coat starched with thin veins as if you can see life still running through it..

    February 19, 2014 at 12:07 pm

    • thanks, claudia… the last lines make this piece for me. i’ve tried reading it aloud a few times & each time do the emphasis on the ending a little differently… but still always it somehow gives me shivers, too.

      February 24, 2014 at 12:44 pm

  5. sometimes I wonder, whether or not ’tis better to keep the box shut, but after the event we deal with the pain or die emotion-wise. I too loved the imagery invoked by your poetic words. xPenx

    February 20, 2014 at 7:50 am

    • we wonder, yes… but only after having opened it. and the learning with its pain is a reward of its own sort, i guess. thanks for stopping by.

      February 24, 2014 at 12:49 pm

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