Sunday 24 March 2013

Marriage. {A Poem} ~ Edith Lazenby
 

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A chill greets me
 
With winds talking
 
And leaves yawning
 
From limb to
 
Earth, as the day wakes
 
With a tickle and
 
A jolt, knowing this
 
Moment cannot promise
 
To hold tomorrow
 
Because life depends
 
On simple things,
 
Baked apples, walks in the neighborhood,
 
A night with a movie,
 
Letting a loveseat cradle
 
Hearts as finger tips trace the years,
 
Trying to find the woman
 
I am in how you see
 
Fine as a bud on a leaf,
 
What blooms or withers,
 
What feeds earth
 
And courts sunshine, cloud cover;
 
All meaning drifts
 
From above, cleansing as rain, angry
 
As thunder, dangerous as lightening,
 
Life baptizes our vow
 
Made breath
 
By breath, for better and worse, till
 
Death do us part.
 
 

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