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Thursday, November 19, 2009
Forlorn
Ambiguous Love Poem
by Martha Elizabeth
what joy,
to love as an infant loves,
enchanted by a smile, a voice
the touch of one finger
i would have settled for too little,
had you spared it
the small hope is hardest to renounce
because it seems possible,
poor sparrow of desire,
wrung and discarded
below the kitchen window
a jaybird screams from the roof
the teakettle shrills into silence
that invisible realm
painful as steam
which turns to water in my hand -
wiped across my forehead,
cool, like a blessing.
you remind me
how alone i am.
no one else consoles me like that.
by Martha Elizabeth
what joy,
to love as an infant loves,
enchanted by a smile, a voice
the touch of one finger
i would have settled for too little,
had you spared it
the small hope is hardest to renounce
because it seems possible,
poor sparrow of desire,
wrung and discarded
below the kitchen window
a jaybird screams from the roof
the teakettle shrills into silence
that invisible realm
painful as steam
which turns to water in my hand -
wiped across my forehead,
cool, like a blessing.
you remind me
how alone i am.
no one else consoles me like that.
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