Conjuration
Mar 31st, 2005 by Ree Joy
She sat with me
under the inauspicious sky
as crows sidled close
for crumbs of bread thrown
from my narcissistic hand;
remolded demons we,
from childhood clay,
into the twilight
of a hopeful day.
Ah, this was meant to be,
reincarnation
and the big-bang theory:
souls, long arid, dousing
for water in tearducts long
dry, islands of knowing seeking
to slake heart-hunger
in imagination’s sands,
history lending tomorrow
the benefit of the drought.
We built castles, she
and I, with alphabet soup
and newborne novas
in painted eyes.
Eloquence is not
a problem, or so said she.
It’s the world to blame, quoted
I, and its adamantine
hypocrisy. Our souls may so
incline, to twine in vexed poetry,
but never far and never
close; gone is my child’s certainty,
savaged
beyond my own capacity,
to forgive it. Gone to seed,
cursed and smothered,
in philosophy.
And there we sat, my genie
and I; toying with
surrealism, toyed by destiny,
conspiring beauty into
possibility,
until, at last, the light
waxed no more. Gone,
except for the grey. Gone to
the question.
Gone to wait, gone to the
sunrise.
Gone.
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ps: that’s not my email add. i wanted to say something.. so i had to enter the email addy. sorry about that.
Thank you for the comment. True and true.
Such sadness exist when we lose someone we love. I am sorry for your loss. You paint her beautifully. Thank you for sharing.
This is incredibly sad, beautiful, and poetic.