Monday, January 11, 2010

Love

I am still waiting for a sign,
a shiver across my shoulders, a word
written in snow by sparrow feet

hoping by that simple gesture
that means so much, the fertile
dark will be sundered.

Our longing we never shared,
too risky the journey,
the plow finding stones

and the heart crying foul once again.
But still I would hear it now
that you have reached light,

those flames burnt across my soul,
the grace of knowing we were once
twined, even if only in froth and sand.


4 comments:

davidmoolten said...

I really like the natural imagery you use, and how this feeds the emotional state and quandary of the narrator, the stones the plow finds the inability to succeed the relationship, the failed fecundity that implies.

theresebroderick said...

Very graceful flow to this poem! I love these lines --

the grace of knowing we were once
twined, even if it was only
in froth and sand.

rallentanda said...

A word written in sparrow prints is a delicate soft line.

The entire poem has a gentleness and peace about it.Lovely.

Tumblewords: said...

Finely crafted. The yearning is palpable, the layers deep. I really enjoyed this.