Hair’s Breadth
I close my eyes in breaking silence
Breathing
I have lost you
To life’s sacred circle
The pain by increments increases
Then recedes
Until a long cry breaks through its encasement
I hear my own voice surfacing
Mourning sounds that, having dried all at once
Gather in villainy stolen lullabies
So many planted acorns
Exemplified by your being
As you sang your birdsong through time’s changing colors
And I hold my face
Up
To vapor ever rising
To what used to be water lapping on the bank
Flowing as rivers do
Before that distant nagging increase in drumbeats
Grew close ever closer
And the music became slow
So slow
Silencing you, my mockingbird
Deep shadows now outline my eyes
Two lockets of your hair embrace my finger
Gentle strands tracing your farewell
Around and around
You must be here somewhere
In this circle, this ring of life and death
Your life just a hair’s breadth away.
© 2011 Christine Tsen. All Rights Reserved.
So many planted acorns
Exemplified by your being
As you sang your birdsong through time’s changing colors
and the wonderful closing lines:
Two lockets of your hair embrace my finger
Gentle strands tracing your farewell
Around and around
You must be here somewhere
In this circle, this ring of life and death
Your life just a hair’s breadth away.
Two lockets of your hair embrace my finger
Gentle strands tracing your farewell
Around and around
You must be here somewhere
In this circle, this ring of life and death
Your life just a hair’s breadth away.
... The life and lifelong ministry of your mother's love and care is wonderfully portrayed in the words of this most beautiful elegy, Christine. What could be more perfect than to portray her influence as birdsong, that most pervasive of soul-soothing sound that is never far away from each one of us.
Your final stanza is richly visual and emotive: the circle, the hair, the closeness. Makes me think of a bird's nest, somehow, which is perhaps fitting as well as comforting. May this necessary path of grieving be hallowed by her life's song, lighting your way towards the dawn of a new tomorrow, no more than a breath away. Bless you, Christine. This, as always, is awesome writing. xx
Axilea
You expressed your heartfelt feelings in an incredibly tender manner like a bird that just lost a mother. But your poem is on the top ten, you sing out and many in the den can feel your pain. I for one can relate with the loss of my grandfather. Yes, he and I were one in the spirit. It has been thirty years and I still talk to him and still hear his voice as clear as a bell. He has guided me throughout my life and I am a better person because of him. He was 90 so he had a full life. But I think of him daily especially when it comes to decisions. What a treasure he is, what a gift! So deep inside me my grandpa lives! You will always have your mom deep in your heart and soul and you will be a better person because of her. Take comfort, yes her spirit is within you and that is something that you can treasure forever.
Peace, love and blessings,
JMD
I don't think I read your heart writes! This was astounding Christine! :) YOU* have such a way with words and I bet music too, YES, they coincide beautifully!
May you be BLESSED Lovingly with the lords spirit and your mom's, every time your thoughts take you to her! Sending you warm caring thoughts and prayers DAILY and to your family too! YOU are in my thoughts! HANG IN and write/sing it ALL OUT! Great therapy for a wounded heart/soul!
YOU write beautifully! and touch deeply!
May your mothers gentle loving spirit live through YOU!
Blessings and Hugs, SHEE God Bless!
It's just an open door away.
Who knows
There also maybe windows
Sheila
Much Love,
Margaret
Heartbreaking as it is, the poem is bound to lift the spirits of every person who is lucky enough to read it. Your mother would be so proud.
Wonderful, wonderful tribute.
xOx Phyllis xOx
I love you, dear spirit sister, now don't grieve for her death but embrace her life's memories. You are doing what you must do in order to accept her passing into another beautiful world where there is so much joy and peace and love.
Amber
JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS
A beautiful line, Christine...a beautiful memory.
Thank you, and bless you, for sharing.
-gene.
Chip Bergeron
with admirable control and in admirable style.
May healing come soon.
John
George
~Christine~
You have the magic of a maestro's excellance as your poetry wafts the air for all of such intricate emotion!!
Lady Vivian
There is such a thing as emotional genius and you have it.
GOD BLESS HER SOUL, GOD BLESS YOU
Tony
one time or another. Sorry to hear of your mother's passing.
Remember all the good times, it helps ease the pain.
Always,
Deborah
Hugs & Love,
Anna
I believe they are here, when we remember them.
fee
Mark
Be always safe,
Karen
Love,
Christine
Janna
Regis