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Crisp Whispers
by Alison McKenzieThe breeze whispers crisp
Autumn secrets across my cheek
Rivulets of loss
Carve their way through this transition,
This path through the brambles
That neither sleep nor eat
During all the hours that must pass
Before my feet touch down, at last,
On the other side of an uncrossed ocean.
I try to build a barrier
To prevent the loss from leaking onto the prairies
I have known for these twelve years and more,
Every stone worn smooth against
The soles of my soul,
Every solid step bearing the weight
Of every hat I’ve ever donned
Until these brittle bones have narrowed
Into joints where pain dwells
And the only way through
Is a letting loose of it all,
I am not entitled,
Though I need,
The temptation to martyr pungent
In the sudden vaccuum,
The sharp sting of reality
Knocking the breath from my lungs
As I am held, for one more night,
In the arms of my beloved.
09/21/2010 Author's Note: Such a difficult transition now.
Posted on 09/21/2010
Copyright © 2024 Alison McKenzie
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 09/21/10 at 04:09 PM ...ali, too much to remark on individually, yet the gestalt is so CRISP, i feel you in each drop, in each air-lift...caring arms follow you and they're bigger than Adam's...cool, write. love at every turn. |
| Posted by Charles E Minshall on 09/21/10 at 08:58 PM Well done Ali. Ajoy to read...CharMin |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 09/26/10 at 09:17 PM I can't get enough of this one - quite exquisite in its depth of feeling and experience. Thank you, Ali. |
| Posted by Matthew Zangen on 09/29/10 at 01:32 PM This got richer and more fluid with every word. The second stanza specifically pulled me in and I just fell deeper. Melancholy and wonderful, as usual :) |
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