The Echo of What Remains Collected Poems of Wanda Lea Brayton
Beneath the angry breath of a convicted moon,
hung with condescension, I lay sentenced,
growing in the dim light of your arms.
There is nothing to keep us here
but each other's swollen, red-rimmed eyes -
nothing to teach us
but silence.
We are far beyond the cradle now,
waiting for the mourning to commence,
yet, we reject its sardonic pith -
we choose, instead,
to burrow into the sweet soil
of a well-nurtured orchard,
bearing the fruit of our loveliness,
unforgotten and consumed.
Beautiful. Ageing gracefully and without any remorse. Filling the tid bits with love...
ReplyDeleteLoved these lines,
"There is nothing to keep us here
but each other's swollen, red-rimmed eyes -
nothing to teach us
but silence"
Growing old with someone is such a fantastic thing. :)
Thank you for your thoughtful words - I appreciate the generosity of your time. I'm not so sure about the "graceful" part, but I am aging gratefully and without remorse...My husband and I were married in April 2009, during National Poetry Month - and my 9th grade English teacher came to "give me away" at our wedding - he got me started on this creative path, along with my mother, who was a great artist and who loved reading, music and nature.
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