Poetry

[MartyT]

INSPIRATIONAL WEEKLY

Grief Poem 124 Dayenu by R.L. Nona   If we had been given one more year to watch the sun set on the far mountains, float on our backs in salt ponds shaded by ancient willows that protest the weight of their leaves, and hold each other close as the seasons cycle. First in the lush sensual green of a damp summer, I stare into your sunglasses and see the blood orange rainbow of fall, and in winter our sleigh tracks lazy curves and the dogs complain as they sink knee deep and can't keep up. It is spring and the earth explodes with flower and fruit, And we lie in the grass dripping early juices into our mouths to the whine of hornets that never touch us for a force field of love protects us. If we had been given one more year It would have been enough.   If we had been given one more month it would have to be July we would watch the moon shape shift on the still surface of the pond, and we would rise early and never sleep for the days are so long, the sky so blue, and the earth warm and fecund. We climb trails and the deer are amazed by our audacity, Who are we to intrude? they wonder aloud. Ignoring them, we climb higher until we find the blue stream whose waters taste like honey. If we had been given one more month It would have been enough.   If we had been given one more week, we'd all lay in our big bed the children between us telling them over and over that all would be well until they pretended to believe it and went about their lives sharing our lie. then we would drive all day and night until we found the perfect beach and no matter what time of year, the water would be clear and warm and we would snorkel among the coral petting the puppy dog Grouper who followed us. After the sun would set with a green flash we would dance every step we ever learned for hours as diamond encrusted skies spiraled above us, and never sleep--there would be time enough for that later. If we had been given one more week It would have been enough.   If we had been given one more day we would spend it in each other's arms and recount every moment of our lives together and take comfort in what we had been gifted and as the sun set our tears would flow together and we would smile through them and our lips would touch. If we had been given one more day It would have been enough.   If had been given one more minute, just one, I would look into your eyes and my soul would jump the space between us and I would live forever inside your heart and we would be one spirit forever. If we had been given one more minute It would have been enough.

[enna]

WOW!  This just took my breath away...

[kayc]

Except one more minute would never be enough, not really.  Beautiful poem!  Who wrote it?

[MartyT]

R.L. Nona is identified as the person who wrote it, Kay.

[MartyT]

Come With Me!

Come with me! Let’s go!

Eyes bright, ears up, tail awhirl,

The scent is high in the sweet mown hay.

Come with me!

The creek sings, calling

Dancing golden ripples.

Come with me!

We know these woods,

Mossy, cool, shade dappled.

Come with me!

 

Heart of my own heart, I cannot.

I cradle your tired head,

Stroke the velvet ears,

Gaze one last time into cloudy eyes

And feel my own world dim.

I lay my lips to your ear,

Whisper, go now, good dog,

I'll be along in time.

Take the path we love

Out into the sun.

Wait for me, and I will come.

 

~ For Sophie ~

2005 - 6/13/2016

© by Peg Viglione