I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world, to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

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13 April 2013


Oh for a break in the weather!
Rain is the new normal.
At least the marigolds 
are thriving in the wet,
and the leaves of the weeds
are large and glossy.

Where have you gone,
getting away before this rain began?
To leave in Spring was damn graceful,
right at the start of the gentle season
before monsoons and heat.
Time to break up, you said.

But you said it kindly, knowing
what I refused to admit.
Now, seven months later and more,
I rage at time going past,
afraid that at last it will break
the threads that stretch between us.

My friend said of a neighbour
the other day, 'Her husband
has been dead nine years.'
And I wonder about that.
How does one break from the past
enough to go on living?

I think my mother was only half alive
all those years after my stepfather's death.
I don't want that for me, 
and yet I don't want to forget you. 
Not that I can. Memories break out
like ghosts all over the house.

This poem is inconclusive.
There is no resolution yet.
I am taking a little break
from ghosts and weeping
to sit in my garden and write,
during a small stop in the rainy weather.

Poetic Asides April Poem A Day Challenge 2013, 12: Broke.


  1. This is such a profound, touching piece.Each line is so well crafted, truly a work of art.