Must I Call You Again
MUST I CALL YOU.....AGAIN?
Must I call you again, onlooker at my hurt,
Talking by the window, an inscape of wrecked
Solitude, impugned bad manners, and the curt
Commerce of refusal. Your blameless, decked
Hand of fate. Capitulation, a trade or pain
Of being alone. What mannered smile can lift
My woebegone future for the pull of rain
Making the shards of bright light shift
Away from wonderment, green-begetting magic?
An empowerment of the seeing eye inwards,
Making whole my patchwork, your solipsism so tragic,
In a smitten whorl of entire fate dragged skin-wards,
Renting with ache this sojourning material,
Glimpsing the light eternal, ethereal.
by Rosemarie Rowley
Published in IN MEMORY OF HER (2008)
Copyright © Rosemarie Rowley | Year Posted 2014
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