Wednesday, October 22, 2014

Five

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Five by Faye McCray
 
I am in the dirt this Wednesday.
My hair is sprouting leaves.
My fingers are burrowed and moistening.
Mud coats my knees.
 
I am digging to hear you plainly again
I last heard you five years ago
I know if I dig deep enough,  
I will still hear your echo.
 
We’ve been five years sullied.
Our roots in mounds of pain.
As if joy is the exception
To deaths dark shadow on your name.
 
I am in the dirt this Wednesday.
My hair is sprouting leaves.
To forget how you left us.
To remember how you breathed. 
 
 
© Faye McCray
 

Love and Light,
Faye

2 comments:

  1. Faye this is special, touching and poignant. I've printed it to put inside an anthology of poetry that I've had since 1979. I put all the special works in between its pages. Thank you.

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  2. Love this... "My hair is sprouting leaves..." beautiful.

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