Monday, July 22, 2013

Uninvited- another look at grief


Uninvited
 
Dark visitor from dankness
 

shielding secrets of the seeded earth,

charred velvets of candle soot

on walls where even shadows no longer fall.

Weeping stone cold tears where

spiders weave in musty vaults

holding discarded memories

and the sacred repository of shame

and sorrow.

 

Loss languishes here, unfettered,

seeping ever again into parlor presence

like a noxious odor

commanding attention

and lingering

with no respite or respect.

 
 
Unwanted creeper:

leave me to my attic of sweetened sorrows,

service to sunsets and warm blankets

and children’s laughter packed lovingly in

trunks full of lavender and handwork,

gilded trinkets, dried flowers, and

sunbeams wrapped in crinkly paper.

Careful treasures stored in

fragrant, ordered spaces.

 

Resented interloper

intruding upon my paid for spaces;

leave and take your jagged messes.

At least knock on the door

when you take your visits

unwanted and requisite.
 

-jerry wendt 2009

 

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