Love, what’s left for us, and of us, is this
by theuglyearring
Take, from my palms, for joy, for ease,
A little honey, a little sun,
That we may obey Persephone’s bees.
You can’t untie a boat unmoored.
Fur-shod shadows can’t be heard,
Nor terror, in this life, mastered.
Love, what’s left for us, and of us, is this
Living remnant, loving revenant, brief kiss
Like a bee flying completed dying hiveless
To find in the forest’s heart a home,
Night’s never-ending hum,
Thriving on meadowsweet, mint, and time.
Take, for all that is good, for all that is gone,
That it may lie rough and real against your collarbone,
This string of bees, that once turned honey into sun.
the necklace, osip mandelstam
I wanted to drop a note to let you know that I’ve
always appreciated your posts, and that I’ve mentioned
this on my blog, nominated you as an inspirational blogger.
this is on my list – shower thoughts and all the things to say. thank you for this lovely gift.
thinking about you now. today. heartbroken. wishing your family was closer so we could come over and make a meal together. i’m so sad.
food for our shaking hands. in spirit.