Friday, January 1, 2010

Just a love poem

I would hold you, quite silently
until the moon whispers,
enough
and calls me through the forest’s
lonely night,
black leaves hanging still
as windless laundry strung across
a desolate creaky line.

I would hold you, so fiercely,
crack your bones
as the shout of birds rises
around us, deafening
whirling slippery
as a dust-devil slinking boldly
over summer’s hot-baked clay.

I would hold you, just as lightly
as a flower holds its petals
until one day
I glance down at my empty hands
and discover too late,
oh too late--
you are gone.

Rachel Westfall
January 1, 2010

19 comments:

Elisabeth said...

What exquisite poetry. I'm new to your blog, but already I love it. I'm from australia and spending the best part of my holiday trawling through the world of other people's blogs. Im especially interested in art poetry and the written word generally, which just about covers everything.

I look forward to reading more of your work, if this last post is anything yo go by, I shall be inspired even more. Thank you.

RachelW said...

Elisabeth, welcome! I am heading over to check out your blog right now.

jozien said...

Beautiful Rachel.
I think about love a lot :) What is it that makes it so hard to hold on too? I know there's no sense asking that question. I will just recite your poem over and over and know that at least, as you, i did hold it, before it was gone.
I love it.

Mike-Mike said...

"Just a love poem" you say? I would hold on to your gift of words...Lovely ;)

“We can only be said to be alive in those moments when our hearts are conscious of our treasures.” —Thornton Wilder

Oh, Love the sweet monster behind your profile, too :)

Happy, Healthy New Year!>xxxx's

Fireblossom said...

Wow. I love very word of this. Especially the flower and its petals. *sigh*

Karen said...

This is beautiful, Rach! I especially love the mixture of elevated and earthy imagery. I've yet to be able to write a love poem. Afraid to try, I think.

christopher said...

Happy New Year, Rachel. Look what you made me go and do...

You've Gone On Errands

You know how I feel
about your hands on my bones,
about your eye light
separating me
from all my party costumes.
I can't hold that still.
I am not so sure
as you but my love, I ache,
miss you. Return soon.

Liz said...

Just Ache.

So lovely, Rachel. You do this always -- this tapping into the heart of hearts and release the words there. Sigh....

Just Beautiful.

BloggerMouth said...

Reminded me of "Wish you were here" by Floyd for some strange reason.

The trouble is that the memory remains even after they're gone. It is beautiful in a way but then there is the agony... Brilliant poem, Rachael.

"L" said...

been there done that, Rachel. I think it's my breath. "L"

Anonymous said...

Just a Love Poem? Very exquisite, I love it. I'm new to blogging and stumbled on yours through Urban Yukon. I look forward to reading more.

RachelW said...

Ahh, maybe I should just stick to love poetry for 2010. I didn't know this would be a love poem when it started; it just sort of turned out that way. Death was on my mind, not love.

Thanks everyone for your kind comments!

Christopher, I love it when you do that. :-)

Aniket said...

What a way to start an year when love is in the air (we are going to ignore the "Death was on my mind" part. :)

@Karen: Your comment made me realize we've never had an out and out love poem from you... ever! Come on.. come on.. give us a sneak peak in that closet of yours! :)

Cherie/ Butterfly Dreamer said...

This made me tear up with remembered longings.

SarahA said...

Oh my! I have no words. Well maybe one.......beautiful!

nollyposh said...

sighhhhhhhh <3

namingconstellations said...

Man... nothing I say won't sound derivative or hackneyed. I'm just going to sit here and continue to gaze wistfully at the words. :)

Annie said...

Beautiful, Rachel, and I see why your poem involves death as well as life and love.

kenflett said...

warmth, sadness, love, memory, your words always fill me with so much Rachel.
your words are intimate.