Diane: "We wrote this poem jointly (the parts are labeled with our initial), and he really liked the idea of a collaborative effort. He came home one day from a short walk and had written the first part and I responded in poem. The last part, which I mostly wrote, tells of our meeting/relationship."
Flickers and Reflections
a poem at first sight
a spider web of words
catching beams of memories
and feelings from somewheres
far and close flickers.
-A
far & close
feelings flicker
long forgotten
yet so near
the eyes cannot
focus to see
but the poem
reflects
more accurately
than any memory
could possibly
be.
-D
a lake is full
of water and light
below flickers of heaven
the ores pushing waves
into sounding resounding
splashes of memory.
-A
our memory:
what was that beautiful day we first met
in the reception area of that loosely-run office?
ah, but that was gradual--
a glimpse
turning to a word
turning to gazing
but what about that first day
we sat on the park bench
and kissed
as minutes rolled by
our work day
opened
by the stoppage of time
where love lives
in eternity
yet managing to return back to the desk
in time to keep our jobs in tact
so our meetings would continue
until the crises that life often brings
broke in
and
shattered eternity
back into time
and our lives
split
now returning again
after decades
that never happened
slipping back into love
eternally
… and flowing in the window
from the backyard oak
the birds sing
“yes…
yes, yes.”
-D, with A
No comments:
Post a Comment