In the Saying

Just that suddenly, one day

there is color again

in your sunrise. It has taken years

sorting through photos

in black and white, antique sepia

tones, of previous decades. You

found your life packed

into an old shoebox on the topmost

shelf of the closet in the room

you had not entered in ages.

The colors slowly bled back

into those snapshots while you

were not looking- and now

all of the oranges and golds

of courage; the purplish gray tinged

hues of seed capsules of the dreams

not killed by the frost, shimmer

in the morning sky, floating, redolent

of anticipation. Yesterday,

 

I could not say any of this; I was still

trapped between lives, balanced on

a wire stretched over the rocky canyon

of what once looked maybe like

lost time. and just like that, now

 

I am ready to wear you

like a declaration.

I will hold you like the promise

of a recovered memory.

I want to plant you, with great care

in the fertile soil of my life and watch

to see what reaches for

the newly restored sunlight of each day.

I saw that I prepared this little space,

this forgotten room,

in my home, lit from the east,

each morning. And even I tremble

in terror, to my center, in the saying,

I realized suddenly today,

it is yours. 

Reviews

[Corset]

gorgeous writing, and that's what we do, when we love and cant occupy being stuck in a different life, many are not brave enough or tough enough to go it alone and prepare a space in which to house love, pain, longing, readiness, hope and let it wait.

[Poetic Beauty]

Oh to look back and finally be at peace and colors return. To begin to live again and reconcile whatever created the pain.

[Emily B]

It is gorgeous, breathless writing. S glad to see you posting from this space.

[alanwgraham]

You have told this story of memories coming back to life and of hopes for the future with some lovely images. I really like the idea of being planted in the fertile soil of your life.
This is great work Marie. Well done
Regards,
Alan