How Long I Stood

how long i stood
standing

grass grew
birds flew
dragonflies around the pond took
   rest from ceaselss flight
the sun went down
and still the ground
felt no relief
of leaden feet

wind blew
wet with dew
long grass no longer lay bent
   in the footprints
where once you stood
my greatest good
forever bright
gone from sight

how long it took my heart to start
   again
was measured by empty space
the void you left behind
to fill what is to be
that all my eye can see

standing
how long i stood

©Eusebeia Philos 2013

Written for dVerse Poets Pub ~ Poets OpenLinkNight ~ Week 100

The Widow

It hurts to brush her hair
anymore.
Mirrors are anathema
to black tangles
that choose where they
lie or fly,
with an occasional recommendation
from an uninspired
hand,

and eyes,
flat, unblinking,
fix on what has left,
     negative space,
see invisible shadows,
life stains,
in vague and familiar places -
     kitchen chair
     razor on the sink
     unmade bed -
that hold her gaze,
seconds, minutes, hours.

Nothing changes.

The fragrant, earthy garden
of her tended soil
in the long yesterday
will not bloom today.

She pushes a strand of hair aside.

Perhaps tomorrow
she'll empty his drawers
and closet.


©Eusebeia Philos 2013

Posted for dVerse Poet Pub ~ Poetics: Dominant Impression in Artistic Description 
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