ramblings from the hope chest…
Inspired by “Something To Someone”, the third book of the poet, Javan
Every third day of the eighth month
for the past 30 years she goes up there
and sits among the dusty confines
in an old, uneasy chair
with a small book clasped to her breasts
tears staining her face
It’s this way throughout the night
she reads the words
sheds the tears
reads the words…
sheds the.... ~ a woeful back & forth
experience
until daylight appears
Then she’ll shiver in the chill
of these annual night seasons
hugs herself tightly, as if to
prevent the escape of rhymes and reasons
Every third day of the eighth month
she opens the book of pain
the force of his words overtake
her aging body like a flood, after rain
Javan speaks excerpts from
her life and brings back secret scenes
some are stark reality bites
some still flow like dreams
…things she prayed never to remember
love she vowed never to forget
…Javan’s words take her to task…
forcing her to re-examine the
frayed pages from her past
so once a year, through his looking-glass
portal she faces her self
and asks
the one question of the one Love
as she softly breathes his name
“did we touch too gently, or too strong;
or are they one and the same?”
Alyce (c) 2002
Inspired by “Something To Someone”, the third book of the poet, Javan
Every third day of the eighth month
for the past 30 years she goes up there
and sits among the dusty confines
in an old, uneasy chair
with a small book clasped to her breasts
tears staining her face
It’s this way throughout the night
she reads the words
sheds the tears
reads the words…
sheds the.... ~ a woeful back & forth
experience
until daylight appears
Then she’ll shiver in the chill
of these annual night seasons
hugs herself tightly, as if to
prevent the escape of rhymes and reasons
Every third day of the eighth month
she opens the book of pain
the force of his words overtake
her aging body like a flood, after rain
Javan speaks excerpts from
her life and brings back secret scenes
some are stark reality bites
some still flow like dreams
…things she prayed never to remember
love she vowed never to forget
…Javan’s words take her to task…
forcing her to re-examine the
frayed pages from her past
so once a year, through his looking-glass
portal she faces her self
and asks
the one question of the one Love
as she softly breathes his name
“did we touch too gently, or too strong;
or are they one and the same?”
Alyce (c) 2002