Tuesday, November 26, 2013

Brokered Words (Poem)

Brokered Words

The frost hasn't finished
with the kill. There's time,

still — to feel the ground
give while you silver full

into too-late middle years,
your nights, murmurous

discontents, startling
their way into your deepening

sleep. Claim what is restless
to last, even as your sight

like a snow cloud thickens,
and your breath, exhausting

its missed but heart-paced
rhythms, catches on these,

my brokered words of love.

© 2013 Maureen E. Doallas
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This poem made its first appearance, in March 2013, at John D. Blase's the beautiful due. It also has been published at VerseWrights.

14 comments:

Peggy Rosenthal said...

Love how "the kill" is chilling, but then is softened by the hope of the rhymed "still."
I'm past those "too-late middle years," but I identify with the whole poem… especially "your nights, murmurous/ discontents."

Björn said...

Love your use of metaphors in this ... the kill, the frost... and then into aging... very nice writing Maureen..

Laura said...

Maureen this is beautiful, thank you.

Laura said...

Maureen this is beautiful, thank you.

Linda said...

Powerful opening line, then softens. Perfect title, and really love this:

"your breath, exhausting

its missed but heart-paced
rhythms, catches on these"

HisFireFly said...

thinking about the crush of fast pace today
longing for the still, for myself, for you, for us all...

Alex Dissing said...

"your nights, murmurous

discontents, startling
their way into your deepening

sleep."

I know this feeling all too well, especially when it comes to love. Beautifully expressed poem.

Nara Malone said...

Beautifully crafted. This part is my favorite: "even as your sight

like a snow cloud thickens,
and your breath, exhausting

its missed but heart-paced
rhythms,"

gila_mon said...

"and your breath, exhausting" Sweet line, playful interpretations on the word exhausting, a pun, a double meaning, something to ponder -- hallmark of a good line.

madhatterpoetry.com said...

Love as it matures and silvers...beautifully written.

Marina Sofia said...

Beautiful poem - the line breaks work especially well for me - they give me pause, time to think, room to breathe...

ayala said...

Beautifully penned.

Pealogic said...

Such a strong use of imagery and rhythm. Loved it.

blueoran said...

"Claim what is restless / to last" - that, I think, is what must be brokered in the advancing boreal of age. Love here is the poem, the most difficult of makings when everything becomes more difficult. Fine stuff - Brendan