agonia
english

v3
 

Agonia.Net | Policy | Mission Contact | Participate
poezii poezii poezii poezii poezii
poezii
armana Poezii, Poezie deutsch Poezii, Poezie english Poezii, Poezie espanol Poezii, Poezie francais Poezii, Poezie italiano Poezii, Poezie japanese Poezii, Poezie portugues Poezii, Poezie romana Poezii, Poezie russkaia Poezii, Poezie

Article Communities Contest Essay Multimedia Personals Poetry Press Prose _QUOTE Screenplay Special

Poezii Românesti - Romanian Poetry

poezii


 

Texts by the same author


Translations of this text
0

 Members comments


print e-mail
Views: 3502 .



In So Many Words
poetry [ ]

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
by [ronaldanne ]

2012-08-10  |     | 



She pulls on white stockings,
steps into spongy white shoes.
Except for the crest her uniform
is white. Not cold or harsh, the
color that keeps you at arm's
length, but a careworn shade
that says here is some one to
comfort you. He pulls on a
white undershirt, covers it
with a blue shirt, his name
over the pocket. The pants
are the same shade, made
of a material impervious to
labor. There is silence.
Not the quiet before a storm,
a quietude, a soundless
conversation about the last
45 years. About children
grown and starting their
own conversations. About
the price of security, and
the cost of faith, the value
of holding on. About how to
forgive, and forget what is
forgiven, the balm of
reconciliation, and the true
purpose of time and healing.
About laughing through it
all, the joy of seeing it
through, and what's behind
the knowing smile. About
how to become satisfied,
sometimes with too much,
sometimes with less. About
how to give space and
when to stay close, finding
a hand where it's needed
and letting go when it's time.
About the unprompted
caress, the unexpected
embrace, the perfunctory
kiss and the bond they cement.
About the ritual, the
rhythm of today tonight
today tomorrow today
and the day before.
About staying in step,
stumbling along, about the
waltz of life and the rock of
age.
And when they have finished
dressing there is one last
glance, the perfunctory kiss,
the knowing smile, and the walk
out the door with the life
they have made.

.  |










 
poezii poezii poezii poezii poezii poezii
poezii
poezii Home of Literature, Poetry and Culture. Write and enjoy articles, essays, prose, classic poetry and contests. poezii
poezii
poezii  Search  Agonia.Net  

Reproduction of any materials without our permission is strictly prohibited.
Copyright 1999-2003. Agonia.Net

E-mail | Privacy and publication policy

Top Site-uri Cultura - Join the Cultural Topsites!