300 Days And Nights Poem by elysabeth faslund
300 Days And Nights
Ash cascading, fading, onto highway
Floors
Unswept. Unwashed dishes dusted with
Roasted vows
Spoken coldly, unsmiling.
I smiled at the sun, clouds,
Forever sails.
Do you love, honor, and promise to blemish...
Will you take this woman...make her old.
Will you hold her...every 3 months.
Will you turn her laughter to tears...then hatred.
I curl silver light through fingers that once
Curled hair.
I look through silvered eyes of age, that once
Were green with life.
300 days and nights
Have married the
Vows of divorce.
The path of life a complex way........precious the new tomorrows! Best to you....
A powerful write Elysabeth! So poignant and from the heart! Thanks for sharing i wish you the best! ! Friend Thad
Elisabeth, very powerful and penetrating images. Sorry, you have had to live through such an experience. It seems like the best of poets did not live very happy lives. I'm thinking particularly about Jorge Luis Borges of Argentina, most influential writer in the Spanish language of modern times, whose biography I am reading now, but there are many others.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/25/2024 7:07:58 PM # 1.0.0.1119
well, you know the 3 rings of marriage, right? Engagement ring, wedding ring, and then the suffer -ring. Liked the cutting humor in this piece. -chuck