Redux
©2013 Susan Noyes Anderson
Image: Resurrection Reunion 2 by Sir Stanley Spencer
Death is a many-splendored thing;
especially when it ends.
The shroud is shed; the raised heart sings
and everyone pretends
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Death is a many-splendored thing;
especially when it ends.
The shroud is shed; the raised heart sings
and everyone pretends
It’s music I remember most of all.
Soaring strains of winged Tchaikovsky,
brought to earth by steady beat
of wooden cane against a parquet floor.
Stand beside me.
Make me stretch
my branches high,
transcend the morning sky
with me; don’t count
my rings and ridges.
time stops for no one
but if i
sit down and freeze
blink neither eye
What lovelier way to unwind can be found
than to visit a realm where ideas abound?
The world shows many faces;
every life holds sundry charms,
but universal is our yearning
for a mother’s arms.
Greet the one all creation adores,
crowned the goad-ess of weddings and wars.
She is immortallized
as a feast for men’s eyes,
but she’ll not let them get in her drawers!
Closed book am I,
cover-only showing;
all bound and stitched
up tight against
the knowing.