A Vibrant JarA Poem by icelandicblueOn the passing of my father
There was a time long before
you ever knew of me, but I have never known time without you. My mind is so filled with snippets of images and sharp emotion there seems little that I can do with them. The tsunami of my grief is so great it creates a sandstorm of color that swirls around me and burns my eyes. Tears cannot clean away the moments nor can they glue each ragged piece into its proper place. It is the time I've lost I seek, so when the eye of the storm passes I shall drop one mottled pebble into a clear simple jar, and there it shall stay and await the others. Before I release each pebble I shall roll it in between my fingers to feel its textures, its heat and coolness attempting to fully understand its depth. Eventually it will settle into its own jeweled memory that belongs only to us, and I shall press the jar closed tightly before the next wave of grief bears down on me. And when it has passed I will sit with the sun on my face and remember your touch, your smell, the timbre of your voice and the sight of you as only I saw and then I will add another pebble. I will repeat this ritual for the rest of my days counting each moment of love that passed between us held tightly and kept warm within a vibrant jar of memories. © 2013 icelandicblueReviews
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