The Vigil
©1992 Susan Noyes Anderson, Infinity Limited
I speak to you of love
but words are vain,
like music played so oft
it loses charm.
I speak to you of love
but words are vain,
like music played so oft
it loses charm.
finding fear full-flavored
nutty, crunchy
they move nothing
rapt consumers
My body is electric when
I’m walking to Vivaldi;
I shed years and pounds in minutes
moving to Rossini’s beat.
Beauty cannot enter where we do not leave a friendly space.
Poems began as empty pages, masterpieces as a trace.
Every note must stand alone before it makes a lullaby.
Every tree has greater stature viewed against a naked sky.
At times, we look out on the world
and gain a clearer view,
but often we must fall to earth
to witness what is true.
He felt the world stop breathing yesterday,
And let the silence creep into his heart,
Then watched as if his spirit stood apart
Recording every dream that fell away.
I remember the cat in better days, strutting
smugly through the soft, gold carpet, master
of his own paw-printed hallways, a silky legacy
on each duvet. I was an observer then, amused,
I almost divorced my body
a couple of years ago.
Certainly, we were separated.
Irreconcilable differences.