Saturday, April 25, 2009

NaPoWriMo 24

Uncoupling


This is a poem about the end of love,
that horizon seen from the highway
but only in the rearview.

This is for the beginning, middle, and end of it,
for all the things said and never said—
the sheets we filled with hours,
and dishes heaped with hunger.

This is for surviving on a thimbleful of light,
holding it up against a darkened sky
to defend ourselves against certain lunacy.

This is for the days being numbered,
the writing on the wall, the jig being up,
and every cliché written the absence of something.

This is for the heart’s undetected murmur,
For the ache of loving what is lost,
and the longing for what might restore it.

5 comments:

Catherine said...

You're getting better and better as the month goes on

Maya Ganesan said...

Aw...sorry to hear that you're playing catch-up again.

Like Catherine said, this is lovely.

January said...

Ladies, flattery will get your everywhere!

Will stop by your blogs on Monday to say hello.

Joyce Ellen Davis said...

Terrific! (Did I miss the cover of your book somewhere???)

January said...

Hi Joyce. I haven't posted my cover yet. I'm dying to, as well as show off the covers I didn't choose, but I'm waiting until summer to release it.

Hope you are well.

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