Tuesday, June 17, 2014

Hard As It Is (Poem)

Hard As It Is

He talks of Mohs scales;
she, of astral signs.
They gather rubies
on the long Silk Road.


Tears of Buddha run
the color of pigeon blood.
The mountain is all stone.


Rain washes out fire.
Her ruby-syllabled throat
hums heart's bluest notes.


Forty years they walk
the golden path, love binding
ruby-slippered feet.

© 2014 Maureen E. Doallas


Jody Lee Collins said...

Maureen, my husband and I have been married 41 years in July. This poem reminded me of that...and a kind of 'yellow brick road' feeling. We have no idea what we're doing when we set off on the marriage journey. :-)

Peggy Rosenthal said...

I'm entranced by what you do with transforming textures in this poem: not only the magical rubies, but all the contrasts of hard and soft. All in all, a rich evocation of what 40 years of a relationship can do.

Britton Swingler said...

A jeweled tapestry of shared experience, a road paved not with good intentions, but with the light indent of their feet --- shifting, seeming only as heavy as feathers, the sharing so efficient; they carry for each other what is necessary to keep them moving forward, the road creating a pattern uniquely theirs; those souls fortunate enough to have stayed the path.