Thursday, May 10, 2007

tristesse the word tristesse, she said to me, the one who loved him

his kind mood lifted gravity away
winter evaporated from my thinking
I heard him simplify the world

now he is a wish a place to talk
he told me once he did not fit
his training or his dream

he rests where other people I have loved
have gone
and I believe a greater purity
absorbs concurrent desecration

he is beatific being quiet
as I might learn my way
into one thought
allowing that one thought
to become the one remaining world


p ganick said...

this poem shines.....

Sheila Murphy said...

thank you, Peter!