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A Winter Marriage

by Glenn Currier

The day drips with the sweat of sadness
sunbeams unseen, diffused in the gray,

Blindly I grope for the seat of my soul.

 

In the winter of this marriage
the spring of romance

is sometimes a memory.

 

ThenÂ…

 

I have a day
when all efforts of ego and mind
founder and dangle

dead like tangled wind chimes.

 

And I come home
from my lostness in the maze

to her brown eyes' gaze

and her decision

to love with listening

to my misery glistening.

 

Holding me next to her skin,

between the pillows

her head resting on mine,

she exorcises my despair.

 

Her caress, a magic gesture

casting out the pettiness and minor leavings,

the gray molecules

of inadequacy and shame,

and the tundra rooted in hurt.

 

Thank you my love

for the sweetness
and resurrections

of this winter marriage.

01/26/2003

Posted on 01/26/2003
Copyright © 2019 Glenn Currier

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by JD Clay on 01/29/03 at 04:22 AM

It seems like the flowers are still blooming in this everlasting heartspeak. With a trusting mate like that to nurture soul, summer is always around the corner. One might think she is fortunate to be remembered in sweet poetry like this but I say, you are a lucky man. Peace...

Posted by Charles E Minshall on 01/30/03 at 04:33 AM

Nice poem Glenn. It is wonderful to have a shoulder to cry on and one to laugh with as well...Charlie

Posted by David R Spellman on 01/30/03 at 05:48 PM

A wonderful poem Glenn, filled with such sweet sentiment and well crafted and evocative images. Excellent!

Posted by Alison McKenzie on 02/22/12 at 03:08 PM

I don't know exactly why I'm meandering through your poetry today, but here was this gem, and I just had to admire the shimmering!

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