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mary sleeps beside me, it is morning; we are
dream-sunk and tangled in her quilts
honey warm and bathed with sun, we are berry-stained
and slow-breathing, lips purple
from last night's wine -

it is morning; we are softened creatures
and the light has come to hold us.
mary's phone is a wasp, a bramble, is a vaguery that
we cannot be bothered with. it is morning and
mary's phone is wrathful, insistent, needling us
into a sluggish consciousness. we break the
surface without grace or tact and

it is morning, and he was just here
he was right here and he was breathing but now
he is gone; he has passed through, passed on,
passed into the other, the ether, the endless,
the place we cannot follow, has passed

away from mary, from the green and the gray,
from the earth that bloomed when we
were not paying attention, from the sky and
the hearts of the trees.

mary, it is morning; it is morning for mary and
she is disassembling before my eyes. i place my palm
flat on her spine and feel the loss radiate from
her like a pulse, like a tide, like the way we used to
let the boys dance with us, when we were young.
it is morning and mary is slipping sideways;
he is gone and she is no longer tethered, no
longer governed by the gravity of his existence.

mary sleeps beside me; it is mourning, and she prays
the lord his soul to take. and if she dies
before she wakes,
her hands have become foreign as the stranger on the line continues to speak words she does not understand, but will come to know as the language of loss. when she finally finds her voice, it is the sound of a wandering bird, a train no longer on its tracks, a keening cry that drops me cold. mary folds into the feeling of pain like a fighter, back arched and shoulders up, burying the anchor deeper into her spine. it is morning, and mary no longer belongs here, in this consciousness, in this life he left her in. it is morning, mary, and i cannot save you from this.


mourning light II

for mary.
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wei-en Featured By Owner 1 day ago
I don't think that words can really describe (ironically) the way that this conveys emotion, genuine and potent.
GDeyke Featured By Owner 2 days ago   Writer
My favorite thing about this is the shift from it is morning to it is mourning in the last stanza.
SilverInkblot Featured By Owner Dec 28, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Hi there! Just a note to let you know I've featured this piece in my 2012 showcase of literature: [link] :D
SuddenlyAutumn Featured By Owner Dec 29, 2012
ahh! i'm honored, thank you so much for mentioning me :heart:
SilverInkblot Featured By Owner Dec 29, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
You're welcome :heart:
FuzzyHoser Featured By Owner Dec 27, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Beautiful....and so very softly done. It makes so much more of an impact that way. Very nicely done and congrats on your DLD. :heart:
SuddenlyAutumn Featured By Owner Dec 29, 2012
thank you so much! i really appreciate it :huggle:
FuzzyHoser Featured By Owner Dec 30, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
My pleasure. :hug:
DailyLitDeviations Featured By Owner Dec 24, 2012
Your wonderful literary work has been chosen to be featured by DailyLitDeviations in a news article that can be found here [link]
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SuddenlyAutumn Featured By Owner Dec 25, 2012
AHH. thank you thank you thank you!!! :love:
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