After dusk, beyond the turquoise skyline
as I turn I am reminded
Without people's voices, above their whispers or
undone in their silence, I hear a history of hope
One lantern lit soiree after another
just as he turns to see her empty chair
What memories dance in the corners of twilight
I breathe carefully to keep more of
Holding all these and keeping them
to awaken me, I shiver and understand:
You make all things new
inspired by William Stafford's poem "Reminders"
as I turn I am reminded
Without people's voices, above their whispers or
undone in their silence, I hear a history of hope
One lantern lit soiree after another
just as he turns to see her empty chair
What memories dance in the corners of twilight
I breathe carefully to keep more of
Holding all these and keeping them
to awaken me, I shiver and understand:
You make all things new
inspired by William Stafford's poem "Reminders"
3 comments:
This poem is amazing. You're clearly a most talented poetess.
Amen, Marcus. And so worth the wait, O - Thank you! I feel blessed that I was present for the author's reading the other night. Truly, a night to remember.
p.s. Get the shirt. There is a shortage of great graphic T's out there. (And white jeweled tank-tops from I. Kim. Luckily, we nabbed that one when we did!)
M! Oh. Second one, not the first---we must take said jeweled treasure on our European adventure! Remember to remind me to remember that.
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