Death & Small Pieces

Death & Small Pieces

I cannot swallow the largeness of your leaving
The stiffness of your lips concealing a low rumbled laughter
that tightens & cannot pass your teeth.

My throat cannot open large enough for you to fill me,
so I tender you into a large prairie behind my eyes.
Now you are privy to my secrets & to the wild flowers
I scatter for you to sleep upon.

Stars open in my eyes & you may see our daughter.
She is your duplicate & armed with honor & compassion.
She weaves an ivory future & if you look through me closely,
you may watch her climb her life in ranger boots & curly hair.

Are you listening to the way I honey your description
in a slow sweetness to everyone ,that lost you in pieces.
I restore their memory and they walk away, each believing
their reality of you.

If sometimes from your prairie, you see me in a desert,
my face stricken in the slam of a too real moment,
pass me a soft violet, that I saw you slip through.
The one bright with sun, the one dipped in blue.

Reviews

[LJW]

Unquestionably the most beautifully and originally-written piece regarding the death of a husband/father I have ever read.

Thank you W. Kortas for again directing me to a writer with substance and ability.

I second the comment he made...brilliant.

I will be back to read more of your work to be sure.

( I came back to edit the review to add that you received the first 100 rating I have given a writer on this site. )

[Ken Simm.]

Sad, a passing. A soft rememberance that come out so wonderfully. It is hard to write words so wonderfully about such difficulty.

[Ed Hart]

this placed a sweet sadness in my heart...we are so hard, yet we are so tender...

[W.k.kortas]

It is an elegy for everyman and it is brilliant and nothing more needs said.

[Emily B]

this is wonderful

and if strength comes in blue violets, sometimes, I see no reason to explain where it comes from . . .

the secrets you whisper on the wind are all the more precious, because of their great strength and beauty.