29 August 2010

Elegy: Summertime Walking

Shade, we walked hand in hand
Breathing deep of ourselves
in the green gold of the day

Aloft on humid breeze,
thrush call, and your laugh
the same to my ear.

Soft fingers on my face,
My god, your kiss on my mouth
There in the heat of the day

With tears falling from granite,
I, stepping into the light, and
you, left behind in shadows.

8 comments:

  1. lush, full, vivid, vibrant...beauty

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  2. "With tears falling from granite..." Dammit man, get back in the shadows! *sigh*

    Lovely.

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  3. bittersweet, creative exercise, grief, letting go sucks sometimes,,, I could not have said it better myself

    Jenn
    http://www.momentsofelegance.com

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  4. Sad stuff. It is hard not to be lost in the memories and wanting them to be the reality of now.

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  5. mad skills, bro
    My God this is beautiful.

    Rene

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  6. Too many sad faces in here. The line "Breathing deep of ourselves..." reminds me of smelling my armpits and then chasing my wife around the house.

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  7. Dude!

    I had something all gooey and complimentary to say about the writing -- cuz it's really good -- and the the Captain screwed me all up. Damn Canadians.

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"Let your laws come undone
Don't suffer your crimes
Let the love in your heart take control..."


-'The Hair Song', by Black Mountain

Tell me what is in your heart...