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Poetry of Selena Howard

Winter’s Hope

Looking out across winter fields

I stand in their soft holdings of water

Ivy no longer wanders over the river wall

 

A quiver overtakes the landscape

Strangely tender in this cold hard plenitude

White petals fall awhile — an elaborate coverlet

 

Sunlight gleams from its glassless frame

An eagle flings its shadow across the sky

Gathering height where the beat widens

 

You took it all, even the empty dream

I sought comfort in the graves we made

And just when I thought I’d given you up

 

Hope’s sweet oil seeps into my flesh

A few drops on my brow, my wrist

I cup them like a warm breath; for days —

 

Acceptance as something chosen

Mother and daughter become one

White candle burning next to white candle

 

Your mind and mine go back through the years

Searching that lost child, and finding her here

The circle opens — closing where our joined hands meet

© Selena Howard December3,2011

 

5 Comments leave one →
  1. January 8, 2012 4:58 pm

    Beautiful poetry! I especially love this line in your first poem: “Ivy no longer wanders over the river wall” – truly beautiful and melancholy, all wrapped up in a few breaths.

    Pleased to have found your blog – I shall be following along 🙂

    • January 8, 2012 5:27 pm

      Thank you Angela,your blog is simply amazing though I have to be honest what drew me to your blog at first was your name.I had a daughter by the name Angel-Grace who died from leukemia many years ago. I feel so blessed to have come across a blog such as yours,uplifting in every way.Thank you

      • January 8, 2012 5:36 pm

        You’re very kind… and sorry to hear about your daughter. I work frequently with bereaved parents and sometimes the connection between them and me seems to have been gifted and ushered by heaven. I bet she was a beautiful soul for you to have named her “Angel”. Many blessings to you.

  2. January 10, 2012 6:44 pm

    I was a volunteer for hospice for 10 years so I know how rewarding and difficult it can be .Yes Angel-Grace was a beautiful soul ,she came into my life at a time when I thought there was nothing to live for, I worried that I would be an awful mother given my background and upbringing,but she taught me more about love in her 14 months of life than any before or since. I believe people come into our lives at the appointed time.This is one of those appointed times. Your words are anointed and inspiring

  3. August 5, 2012 6:20 pm

    Selena, this poem is heart touching, and seriously beautiful, very well written… Thank you, much appreciated…

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