Delicacy In Pain

Her reveries slant the compass of time: 1970s. Minefields now roar through blurred visions. She retreats into dots of space to live in the moment, as emotions fling to a gray sky. While curtains blow unceasingly, hours freeze. Again, love passes; leaves, while a young wife’s heart crushes in tears. bouyant clouds wander in the expanse of night time to gather shadows There is delicacy in pain. Letters from Nam change the dark of winter to a glitter of December lights. As she sets the table, the flaming candle waxes through a kitchen filled with sweets and almonds . He is the breath touching musical tones in the quiet rhythm where carols are sung together. Feeling his presence, she regales in a lone dance of fond remembering. pines in crimson gold waltz across the starlight etching mellow notes Somehow, a woman begins to droop beside a half-closed window. In the cold of duskfall, she longs for her soldier husband, quietly. Then wiping her cheeks, she is refreshed by those who need her, now. In a joyful play with daughter and son, Aunt Jamie finds her true north. Such is the luster of more tomorrows, moon glimmers, dust fades a balm of healing renews fresh discoveries For SKAT : Any Poem You are Proud Of Contest Reposted 5/14/2016