Afterwards. When only veins remain, when the bursting buds of love, the “yes” and tingling taste of flesh has faded, there is silence.
Today. Fine lines of sorrow etch your face and your hands are rough from labor. But I find your beauty dignified and when we sit at night together there is comfort in our silence. We don’t need words, but communicates in cadence of our breath, and when it’s time you touch my cheek and smile.
Spring. I see in sunlit flashes still the sparks of youth and you. The giggling brooks remind me how we laughed at jokes that were not funny but because we were, just were. I take your hand and smile.
Today I host Haibun Monday at dVerse. And we are given the choice of three picture by Susan Judd. There is a theme of “Beauty in Decay” in all the pictures we have chosen. Come to the pub at 3 PM CET and make your own choice for a haibun. This is my 30th poem this month for 30 poems in April. But I will continue and see how many I will do.
April 25, 2016