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Tonight I Leave the Dead to Sleep

Published by broussardlana on April 14, 2018

Tonight I leave the dead to sleep

as their faint beckonings

resonate and swirl

and sift among

the moss-draped trees

down this path

I travel long beyond

a corridor of

shallow fields

and through the murk

of unknown grief

The deep angst of the marsh

a fog of silky spider webs

the contours of it all

lighted by

the luminous face of the moon

half-hidden, half pretending

pulling me into

the splendid spinning

convex of time

Count the steps

on hallowed ground

take up the chisel

carve into stone

your finest salute

to the folded years

and to tragic mystery

whispered here

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  4. Just Joan Just Joan

    I love how you match pictures and songs, using your own poetry to tie them together. I can almost see spirits resonating and swirling and sifting, such great words for what they do and how they move. Also love your descriptions of grief: long, shallow and deep, a murky, marshy, foggy, silky, half-lit, unknown place. “Take up the chisel / carve into stone / your finest salute / to the folded years” reminded me of the memento gift I got when I retired–complete with an engraved plaque, all the nicest things they could say about me, and my dates of service. 🙂

    # April 15, 2018
    • L. T. Garvin, Author L. T. Garvin, Author

      Thanks, Joan. There is always an unknown marsh out there to plow through. Sometimes I think these years fold up rather fast. I know they had a lot of wonderful things about you to put on that plaque. Have a lovely week 😀

      # April 16, 2018
  9. Sarah Sarah

    Mysterious and beautiful, Lana! I’m always at awe how your words paint these intricate images in my head! Much love! xoxo 😊❤

    # May 2, 2018

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