Showing posts with label passage of time. Show all posts
Showing posts with label passage of time. Show all posts

Saturday, November 16, 2024

Upon Consideration of Hourglass and Spectrum

 by jeanne rene

 


I touch the reflection in my mirror,
trying to find the supple texture of my lips,
but stopped by my own fingertips.
Studying a false immortality,
unable to marry what I see to that which I feel.
The eyes of this solitary figure
do not discern my braided pigmentation.
This delusive guise does not display the saturation
of youth and lover,
of mother and daughter,
of teacher.
Of time and every tear,
countless portraits and poses that I, clearly, still can see.

I find it best to walk away, leave my reflection
and harmonize with my humble mortality.
Simply to take my colors
and distribute them in kindness along the remainder of the way.
So I consider;
What lasting word can I give my children
that they will draw upon in the depths of their misery?
Which passionate kiss
will forever be akin to ecstasy on the mouth of my lover?
With which words of gratitude do I bury my mother? 

Show me the many loaves of bread needed to seduce peace beyond a timid stranger. 

I will find . . . all I am,
all that I have never ceased to be,
all that I have left behind, but always take along with me,
and bestow my gifts to precious time,
no trace of my reflection, except in memory.

 

copyright jeanne rene 8/04