This comes at me like a vibrant classic revival of a grand tradition...
one word bothers me, however - 'cohere'.
Coincidentally, just in on the aussie e-mag Eureka Street is a piece about
sisters who share dreams as if each other's ghosts...
http://www.eurekastreet.com.au/article.aspx?aeid=12284
but they are less haunted than this...
Max
Quoting sharon brogan <[log in to unmask]>:
> How long must I sit on your grave
> to elicit a visitation? Must I fast?
> Must I meditate on the vastness
> of the universe of death? Must
> I count my own? Must I arrive
> at midnight to cohere your ashes
> back to some semblance of you?
>
>
> If I wake, if I sleep, will you come
> to me, shambling, silent, silhouetted
> against the summer moon? Will you
> speak? I closed your eyes with my own
> hand. I sat at your side and waited.
>
>
> Now I sit on your grave, and wait.
> I wrap myself against the night,
> I sit on the cold ground, where you
> are not. And wait.
>
>
> --
>
> sharon brogan
>
> http://www.sbpoet.com
> http://www.sbpoet.net
> http://smallpoems.sbpoet.net
>
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