Spectrum

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I took a nap and wept for no reason”

~ Jim Harrison from Songs of Unreason

And when I weep are my tears
 
the color of the turquoise sky
 
reflecting in my eyes
 
or are they the white feathered
 
clouds floating by with their weighted sighs.

 

My crying is a spectrum
 
for all simple things may bring
 
the trickling rain with a beautiful pain
 
the fragrant nose of a blush pink rose,
 
the flash of green of a lovebirds’ wings
 
the golden knees of a bumblebee
 
the brilliant red on a woodpecker’s head.

 
 
Weeping seems to sit, on the very edge of my soul
 
often comes in haste with not an hour to waste
 
for each passing second so precious as I grow old.

 

 
 
©2018 Linda Lee Lyberg
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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25 Comments on “Spectrum

  1. I so relate to this poem. All my life I was strong and stoic….in my old age, I weep so easily………I love the beautiful images you note in your poem. Loved this!

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