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Thursday, March 29, 2012

Today I was a magician. An inventor.

Today I was a magician. An inventor.
No, god. Yes,
god. I saw him running to me,
arms outstretched, tears pulled
across his cheeks like pink
r  u  b  b  e  r  b  a  n  d  s
ready to snap
into anger or stretch
into an ocean
of three-year-old despair,
never ending. He jostled his way across
miles of arms and knees,
miles of desert sand,
miles of bombs, of course I mean rubber kickballs,
to arrive in my open arms.
As I lifted him from the battlefield,
he put his arms around my neck
and buried his soft cheeks into hiding.
It was my turn to absorb
the abyss. I instinctively hummed
a tune so sweet, so new
it could have, would have
stopped a thousand wars.
But this song, this breath was made just for him,
in that moment, soon
the only remnant of his sadness,
a meandering of fragrant tears
across my cheek.

A poetry prompt from Three Word Wednesday.

6 comments:

  1. To be comforted in that moment of death with that sweet song without words was a gift indeed.

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  2. Thank you for stopping by and commenting. I love reading your blog, by the way.

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  3. It takes a heart as large as the universe to absorb an abyss.

    I love the imagery in this poem.

    My 3WW

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  4. Thank you, Magical Mystical Teacher! I love your 3WW and have enjoyed reading your poetry.

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    1. Thank you, Sheilagh, very encouraging words...

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