a love entombed

a widower grieves, his late wife entombed, along with his love for her

a love entombed

 

with a garbled gasp they choose their words and thoughts,

arranged to give them some anxious wiggle-room,

but now the gasps have turned to shivers and shudders

as they stand, barely breathing, before the dusky tomb.

 

with words so scarce, they turn away from precious pain

while the light escapes and the sharpened darkness looms.

the crypt is cracked and crumbling from the brutal wind and rain

but the one inside lay quietly, decaying beneath this crystal moon.

 

they struggle to recall the one inside, her cracked and fated life,

but memories blow like brittle branches in the weeping wind;

while the one who’s clinging tightly to the spirit of his wife

sheds a teardrop and is led away; tomorrow will bring him back again.

 

dan © 2015

Reviews

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"but memories blow like brittle branches in the weeping wind" amazing imagery there, dear poet

[dan]

lynn, Thanks so much for your read/review and such kind words. I have bookmarked your page and will get there (to return the favor) as soon as I am able. take care...dan