Friday, May 25, 2012

Two Doves

Two doves sit on the fence
like whispers from God.
I watch them from the window.

Soon my daughter and I
will stand hip to hip,
but I don't know if my mother
will live to take next spring's crocuses
from her granddaughter's hand.

Just a breath away
from colors and clatter
is a massive, empty stillness
where grief blooms in my marrow
like an unwanted flower.

Perhaps, I'll have a secret garden in my bones.

Two doves sit on the fence
like whispers from God.
I watch them from the window.

A stream of consciousness wordle for dVerse and The Sunday Whirl.

26 comments:

Sylvia K said...

Achingly beautiful, MZ!

Victoria said...

Yes, there is an underlying ache to this, but with such beauty. You've written this so well and such feeling. Love the dove references.

Sioux said...

This was a hold-your-breath-til-the-end poem.

As usual, I hate you, MZ. ;)

Buddah Moskowitz said...

This was a whole movie in a minute. So great, you are.

hedgewitch said...

This is such a true reflection of how our minds work around the big heavy difficult things, with symbols, with sadness...indirectly till the whispers crash through. The fifth single line stanza is luminous.

Mary Mansfield said...

"a secret garden in my bones" What a wonderful idea! This is beautifully written!

darkangelwrites said...

Sweet and sad. I love the garden in your marrow idea. I felt like I should sit in silence for a bit and maybe just nod at the doves.

Grace said...

Lovely MZ ~ I can watch those two doves from my window ~

Mary said...

This saddened me, MZ. I do hope your mother will be there one more year and still another to take crocuses from your daughter!

chris said...

So melancholy, and yet beautiful. I do hope your mother will again take spring crocuses from her granddaughter's hand.

Bodhirose said...

So well done..your feelings woven within the words so beautifully.

Fred Rutherford said...

Very cool, I love the dove, it's such a good symbol, whispers from god and a window. These are all extremely powerful symbols. Really good write MZ. I love the grief blooms in my marrow, such a good line. Thanks

libithina said...

Perhaps, I'll have a secret garden in my bones.
- Wow -
you ponder the BIG issues
wondering whether your Mum will
be able to take 'crocuses' from her grandaughters hand - who you are now standing 'hip to hip' with - you the Mum and she the daughter - as you are the daughter too - Brilliant write - Love Lib

kaykuala said...

The 2 doves reference is great, MZ! Brings a soft sobering effect. Great verse!

Hank

Shawna said...

"Perhaps, I'll have a secret garden in my bones." Don't we all.

brenda w said...

Oh yay! another wordler! I love this piece, MZ. My favorite has been mentioned in the comments....the secret garden in your bones...exquisite.

I hope you join in again at The Whirl.

Brian Miller said...

nice...love the line on a garden in the bones...and the return to the doves in the end...very nice MZ

S.E.Ingraham said...

This literally cries with tenderness Mama - beautifully rendered and a nice blending of both prompts - if I hadn't recognized one of the words, I wouldn't even have noticed it was a wordle ... and I love the doves, just love them ...

Beachanny said...

Some things are inexorable; yet you defer the pain with deft brush strokes of beauty and peace. Loved it.

Kerry O'Connor said...

What a beautiful contemplation of life and death, and the birds and flowers in between. Stream of consciousness aside, I felt that you never lost control of where this was going, nor what you wanted to say. Fine poetry of the top most drawer.

Claudia said...

very reflective this one...standing hip to hip with the daughter (two of my kids are already taller than i am..) and the secret garden in the bones..i like..and hope your mom will be still be able to take that crocuses out of your daughter's hand next spring

happygirl said...

This was bittersweet. Every year I wonder the same thought, "will this be the last time?" This made me want to be a better daughter.

Fireblossom said...

Framing it with the doves works so well, especially (and heart-breakingly) that it is two doves, not three.

Anna Montgomery said...

Oh, I am filled with sorrow, a perfect poem.

poemsofhateandhope.com said...

The empty space you all about- well- that is something I relate to completely- my father in law passed recently - and while he was Ill- that whole time was just one great big empty space....your pem was so human, so natural, and full of that sadness that is universally felt by us all at some point. Thank you for letting your thoughts go and reminding us that we are not alone in the world

Meeha Meeha said...

Beautiful
I am constantly living in paranoid fear of loosing her. They say that the pain never goes away completely... but you learn to move on.