Love Your Way Through
You can't imagine dressing
in grey anymore than you can
measure the clarity of the day
you woke to the call bringing
loss. The color of the diamond
you still wear, the way it cuts
the intensity of the light falling
on it into hues you cannot name,
mime the spectrum of feelings
that want to change in the course
of the day. You wager your odds
of taking vows again, of refilling
the space between wide-open sky
and too many pitch-black clouds.
Once on the edge time split into
being with and being without you
hold a finger to the air, eager to test
in which direction to turn to explain
how to love your way through this.
© 2012 Maureen E. Doallas
Perhaps, you just love...? So moving and beautifully written.
ReplyDeleteYou have a keen sense of where to let a word end a line. Makes for a catch in my heart.
ReplyDeletethis is perfect...
ReplyDeletethank you for sharing it.
I ended up reading this several times today. The poem cuts a bit differently with each reading. Brilliant.
ReplyDeletethis ... the knowing and the unknowing
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