Saturday, April 17, 2010

bright storm

there is a bright storm. a clinging net of cotton
as cloud, a particle of open in the fistfuls of blue
a mime that opens mouth and turns startled,
to hear the birds calling out so far, so far, so far.
someday is a beautiful word, we rest our hearts.
there is nothing wrong with resting, even
Woody Allen has to sleep in blissful ignorance.
we all sleep. we all sleep. we all sleep.
there is a bright storm. a down and tear filled
gloaming, the sting of cold against the last sun
where we gather our arms around one another
and silence or breath is our acknowledgment
we do not know why, we do not know why, we do not
know why.


maggie may ethridge
dedicated to the parents of Chelsea King, Brent and Kelly King
Irish Gumbo said...

We do not know why...a sharp, metallic mantra that fits uncomfortably in the mouth.

Beautiful post.

Zip n Tizzy said...

Been thinking of them. Been thinking of you.
Hopefully some closure.
No return, but closure of some sort.

just making my way said...

I love the word gloaming.

This is beautiful, Maggie. The line that "there is nothing wrong with resting" echoes some thinking I've been doing related to experiences with death as well.

My heart goes out to them all.

Elizabeth said...

Oh, Maggie, I think this poem is one of the best I've ever read of yours -- it's haunting and chilling and deeply spiritual -- the echo and repetition makes the hair on my arms rise up and stay there. I'm left, my mouth open --

Libertine said...

Absolutely beautiful.

Lydia said...

Gloaming is one of my favorite words and it's only fitting that it would appear in this, now one of my favorite poems. Beautiful, Maggie.

Petit fleur said...

You are a tender heart.

So happy to have found you.

Love love love,
pf

Drax said...

Beautiful. More, please.

Petit fleur said...

You are a tender heart~

So happy to have found you.

Love love love,
pf

Jason, as himself said...

One of the things I like the most about you is your depth of compassion. This poem clearly illustrates it.

A Write Life said...

Beautiful thoughts. Wonderfully written.

thenextarrow said...

"someday is a beautiful word"

that's my favorite part.

xo Alison

That one girl said...

You have awesome words. That is the best I could put it, awesome words!

Allegra Smith said...

Ah, the arrows of sorrow that pierce the heart leaving in their trail nothing more than that cloud you so beautifully described.

May they find a way out of that maze of pain and uncertainty. The truth is fragile but powerful. Some day we shall know, we must know so we can stop it from happening again.

Chelsea Robbins said...

{beautiful}

deb said...

silenced.

incredible poem

Barrie said...

I hope the KIngs comes across this beautiful poem. xo

Terresa said...

"there is a bright storm. a down and tear filled
gloaming, the sting of cold against the last sun
where we gather our arms around one another
and silence"

This is grand and heart-ripping and eloquent all at the same time. Damn, it's good.

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