My Flesh, My Soul, My Skin

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Kaleidoscope 2013 by Drea Jensen Being young can be like looking through a kaleidoscope; we see only the beauty and don't question the things that may confuse others. http://dreajensengallery.artistwebsites.com/featured/kaleidoscope-2013-drea-jensen.html

Kaleidoscope 2013 by Drea Jensen
Being young can be like looking through a kaleidoscope; we see only the beauty and don’t question the things that may confuse others.
http://dreajensengallery.artistwebsites.com/featured/kaleidoscope-2013-drea-jensen.html

The Kaleidoscope

To climb these stairs again, bearing a tray,
Might be to find you pillowed with your books,
Your inventories listing gowns and frocks
As if preparing for a holiday.
Or, turning from the landing, I might find
My presence watched through your kaleidoscope,
A symmetry of husbands, each redesigned
In lovely forms of foresight, prayer and hope.
I climb these stairs a dozen times a day
And, by the open door, wait, looking in
At where you died. My hands become a tray
Offering me, my flesh, my soul, my skin.
Grief wrongs us so. I stand, and wait, and cry
For the absurd forgiveness, not knowing why.

~ Douglas Dunn
dedicated to his wife who died, at 37, of cancer

 

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