42
Days Since the Death of His Wife
The
lonely one visits,
pulled
from his solitude.
I
offer him tea,
herbal
balm in an open wound.
Refusing
the tea, he accepts a beer,
cold
comfort mixed with warm memories.
Staring
out the window,
he
drinks decisively,
cursing
and growling
at
no one in particular.
Blow
Off the Dust
The
lonely one returns,
a
mere three weeks and two days later.
Hair
unkempt, in need of a shave,
clothing
disheveled, still wearing his ring.
I
bypass the tea,
offer
a beer instead.
Standing
behind me as I lean on the fridge,
he
asks me softly if I have anything stronger.
I
retrieve the whiskey, blow off the dust,
wash
two glasses, drink to his health.
Light
of a Low-Hanging Moon
The
lonely one remains,
well
into the night he stays.
Bypassing
the neutral chair, he
takes
up residence on the aging couch.
Pouring
a second glass of liquid fire,
he
follows it up with two more chasers.
After
each shot, he plays with his ring,
twirling
it one way, and then the other.
In
the forgiving light of a low-hanging moon,
he
takes off his ring, remains immeasurably sad.
Bio:
Cristine A. Gruber writes from sunny, Southern California. Her work has been featured in numerous magazines, including: North
American Review, Writer’s Digest, California Quarterly, Dead Snakes,
The Endicott Review, The Homestead Review, Iodine Poetry Journal, Leaves
of Ink, Miller’s Pond, Napalm and Novocain, The Penwood Review, The
Poet’s Haven, Pound of Flash, Pyrokinection, Red River Review, The Tule
Review, Wilderness House Literary Review, and The Write Place at the Write Time. Her first full-length collection of poetry, Lifeline, is available from http://buybooksontheweb. com. More of Cristine's work can be found and enjoyed at http://sierraviewjournal. blogspot.com/.
A death of a loved one in this case a spouse
ReplyDeleteis an emotional tidal wave. The mourner goes
through emotion after emotion. I really like the
way you wrote about it. Excellent write!!!