My friend Lee McCormack has just shared another of his poems on Facebook, and since it seems to touch a chord in me, (recently passed the second wedding anniversary date since my husband died, as last week's poem indicated, and also recently learned of the unexpected death from cancer of my aunt's second husband) I'm sharing it here, in hopes it will do the same for you.
Kalliope
Means "beautiful voice" from Greek καλλος (kallos) "beauty" and οψ (ops) "voice". In Greek mythology she was a goddess of epic poetry and eloquence, one of the nine Muses.
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The Passing
The day will pass away, the evening, this hour. . .
The delays and hesitations, hurts and laughter
that disturb my blood. . . Surely they will pass. . .
Still, I will sit in the garden of tombstones
and study the light. . . the way it falls between the oaks
disguised as an undiscovered absence. . .
The day will pass away, and something in me will pass with it. . .
But it will only be visible in windows and mirrors, the evidence
entirely circumstantial that someone was here. . .
And yet my blood will still rise from dirt with desire, defying
god's gravity, winding with water and wind through my body
in every awakening, open-eyed love. . .
In an instant, in the space between two heartbeats and the silence
that is the total sum of all heartbeats, something will pass away
that has been, that is, and always was, but is not, I.
LHM © 2014
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