Posted by: Ron DuBour | May 29, 2016

Daily missive breaks into the weekend Sunday the 29th of May.~by Peter Forster



Daily missive breaks into the weekend Sunday the 29th of May.

An expanse
More than just space
Less than empty.
A stretch of sofa,
Left unoccupied
Decorative cushions scattered
In a random way
So unlike you
To leave them like that.
The hair dryer
Lies like a smoking gun
On the dresser
Willing me to use it
On myself.
A fascinator
Less of a hat
More a conversation piece
Hangs over a mirror
Gathering dust.
Stand side by side
Miniature guardians
At the garden door.
They still carry the stain
Of last year’s mud,
What will happen if they
Are moved
Will they walk out
On me
Where will such steps take them?
How can paintings
Hung in abstraction
Grow into the leaves
Of a memory tree
And speak so eloquently
Without uttering
A single sound,
Soothing the transition
From one moment
To the next,
I bathe in their reprieve.
There is even solace
In the homely clutter
Of nest building
It speaks in
A wistful voice
An ironic apology.
A warm flush
Of nostalgia
When the volume
Of accrued hush
Is unbearable
And the resonant space
Between each heart beat
Is congested
By the keening crush
Of longing.

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