Thursday, June 6, 2013

The Essence of Sorrow




The Echo of What Remains Collected Poems of Wanda Lea Brayton






Grief unlooms us,
breaks silken ties of a tapestry
that once told our story, now shredded - 
it sends us back into the cocoon,
wingless and bereft.

Shells scatter along the shoreline,
quietly singing themselves empty of sea,
yearning to remember what they cannot forget,
to forget what they cannot remember without weeping, 
without a fetal curl kneeling them into knots, 
suddenly undone.

Mourning comes;
broken birds can no longer fly,
yet lean toward an open window
as the sky solemnly unravels, 
grayed lace curtains waving their silent farewell.