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

Frozen

She perches restfully
against a January morning
whose ground is still
cobwebbed with leaf fall, shivering
as the sun goes down
in his eyes, their fever’s fire
dark and gone.  Swaddled
in the quilt where they had
sought refuge together
from the bitter cracks
in the old stone walls,
his limbs now shake no longer,
consigned to an earth his soul will never
know and a cradle-sized casket
set two feet deep
from daylight, the distance
between headstone
and footstone not half the length
of their old kitchen table.
The wind sings nursery rhymes
that settle deep in her marrow
with an awful finality; there
is an ache in her breasts and
a hole two feet deep
in the place where her heart
should beat.

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11 responses

  1. although this seems to be a poem about a lover..it reminded me of when my baby daughter died back in 1972..so sad.
    but very well written. you sure got my attention. 🙂

    January 17, 2011 at 8:57 pm

    • i’m so sorry to hear about your daughter… your instincts were right on: this poem actually was about an infant death–a mother losing her baby son. thanks for stopping by, and for sharing.

      jsl

      January 17, 2011 at 9:35 pm

  2. Chilling

    January 18, 2011 at 9:25 am

  3. Strong images, sensations to this – effective.

    January 18, 2011 at 3:11 pm

  4. Chilling indeed. Thanks Ray, Steve.

    Best,
    jsl

    January 18, 2011 at 9:37 pm

  5. Thanks for sharing. Intense. Very good. Veru thoughtful, expressive……

    January 18, 2011 at 11:16 pm

  6. I found this very powerful. I had a two foot hole by the time I was done.

    January 18, 2011 at 11:26 pm

  7. “the wind sings nursery rhymes that settle deep in her marrow” sends chills. for me, that’s best of well-writen piece. thanks for sharing

    January 19, 2011 at 11:47 am

  8. Melissa– what a nice surprise! Thank you. and you should blog more often 🙂

    Carl– truly said; can’t think of anything more heartwrenching than the death of a child. appreciate your words and your stopping by.

    Monty– thanks. i really like the imagery of that line myself. appreciate the visit.

    jsl

    January 19, 2011 at 12:21 pm

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  10. Wow. I couldn’t catch my breath after reading this. Stunning imagery that evokes a quiet I didn’t know existed in me. Thank you. 🙂

    January 23, 2011 at 12:44 am

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