We two
by Ed Higgins
have this entire lifetime left, so let's waste it
still in whatever repair we can manage. I'll
bury my face in your still beautiful hair, breathing
in all our forgotten and remembered treasures,
the grey-streaked years melting like a Dali clock.
We ripen in time like fall colors of the tall liquid
amber we planted beyond the pump house years
ago. Our mixed pulse an extravagant music of
complexities, joy and grief, while we pause here
on this moonless night listening in one another's
arms. Embracing all those lost ghosts, waiting for
others to arrive, bound to their voices.
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Author's Note
This prose poem 1st. published online in Earthshine (Mar. 2009) & now out in their 2010 vol. 1 print journal. The piece found its genesis looking out our farm kitchen window at a gorgeous fall-colored, flaming reds & oranges, liquid amber tree my wife & I planted years ago (I dug the hole, as is my usual duty in lo many such tree plantings over the years!).
Lovely.
yes. also loved the author's note.
Gorgeous ending, especially.
Lush and romantic poem that has an edge to it. Nice to read, I like it.
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This is really beautiful. *
thanx, folks for all the nice comments.
Gorgeous. A fantastic read. heartwarming. Not a word wasted. Fav.
Lovely moment lovingly rendered. *
I am especially drawn to the last line. Lovely.
Like Jen, 4 months ago, I too am drawn to the last line, plus the one before. Also, who can resist a successful love poem?
Yes, thanx, Beate, & others. I agree, a successful love poem's hard to resist. I hate schmaltzy or saccharin--probably because I'm a closet romantic--but I think "we two" manages to pull love's affirmation off without Hallmark card drippy.
" I'll
"bury my face in your still beautiful hair, breathing
in all our forgotten and remembered treasures,
the grey-streaked years melting like a Dali clock.
We ripen in time like fall colors of the tall liquid
amber we planted"
your wife is very lucky indeed to have such a poem written for her. it's very, very beautiful *