Thursday, February 21, 2013

February 21, Every Year




February 21, Every Year


Today you emerged
from hibernation
and tapped my shoulder.

Look, you said,
I am
swept under the heartbeat
of your memory, sleeping;
covered by hours,
then by days,
finally by years,
until my laughter
fades from memory
and the sound of my voice
is lost.

I am only noticed
when February cuts into
your heart
or in my picture
one-sided and posed.

You look for me
across the mountain's top
as if my ashes are what
seed the ground.
I can feel
the pilgrimage
of your feet
upon my soul.

You know by now
that your heart beat
is me
and the ache
in womb,
the full blue-veined
breast of remembering
is where you can find me.

I will always be there,
trust your tears.

5 comments:

  1. I am only noticed
    when February cuts into
    your heart
    or in my picture
    one-sided and posed.

    Actually I tend to think of Michelle with Spring, and all the new life that emerges from the sleep of winter. I also think of her when snow falls and rest for a second on my eyelashes, so she is never forgotten. :) Hugs Martie.

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  2. One of your best...never fails to take our breathe away.

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  3. And the tears water the seeds.

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  4. Heartbreakingly beautiful, dear Martie, in all its melancholy.

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