He Calls Love

September 24, 2010

in Confessions


For a first step out from the broken world, bandaged with sterile walls, healed from death. A solitary decision. Placed my hands, hesitant, one on his back and one on his chest.

Bracing him. Bracing
me. Walk him step by step in
shoes without laces

Favorite comfort short now name tagged into the chill of November. Take these steps toward home.

You still have a choice.
We can’t go back to the empty.
We still can have time.

Our life painted black. Choose to paint is blue golden white. Smash the dishes. Bang down the pots. Topple the sofa. Eyes in slits seeing only the today and the next today. Come back. Place one hand on your chest and one on your back. Reign in the pain – the loss of yesterday – the loss of last week – the loss of seventeen – the loss of thirteen – the loss of six. Let me hold you as you fall and grieve. As you eyes widen to tomorrow. Breathe out in tears the loss of tomorrow.

In the depth, I will
remain nearby as you mourn
decide to call love

Love. Love. Love. Removes my hand from his chest and the wound drips. Catches in his throat. He calls love. It is time to come home. Paint healing on the skin of our arms.

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gautami tripathy September 24, 2010 at 6:30 am

Love so beautiful!
 
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Linda Jacobs September 24, 2010 at 6:44 am

"As your eyes widen to tomorrow."  I think this line encapsulates it all!  Great Haibun!

christopher September 24, 2010 at 7:16 am

Threading through the experience of this piece is a constant evocation of grief and dedication, as if your father our your terribly wounded son.  

carolee September 24, 2010 at 7:50 am

i feel the emotions of this in my gut. great work, lindsey!

Diane T September 24, 2010 at 8:56 am

Certainly an emotional poem.   A lovely love poem.

Nimue September 24, 2010 at 4:24 pm

One of the best i read today !!! amazing !!!

Elizabeth September 24, 2010 at 4:48 pm

I believe it is love that calls out genuine grief and your poem is just that. Grief is an acknowledgement of loss. This reaches deep down into an unfathomable wound. Thank you for your honesty and willingness to share.
Elizabeth

Tumblewords September 24, 2010 at 10:28 pm

Powerful and provocative haibun. Thank you.

wayne September 25, 2010 at 3:58 pm

nivcely done….thanks for sharing your words

Ben September 26, 2010 at 3:45 pm

"name tagged into the chill" love that and the last line is great, too. Nice haibun. Wish mine had turned out as awesome as yours!

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