Monday

asha

asha
charcoal on toned paper
4"x5"

how the corpse is dressed,
in taffeta or cold lace,
in silk, cotton or gauze,
says little about life
but, shown in light, blue-tinged, under porcelain sheen,
it falls into the place where driftwood is removed from beach by sea
where longing and regret cast sharp shadows
where lonliness is a wailing sound rippling a pond
where loss derives from being
here it resides by you, alone and full
in your book of remembrance


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2 comments:

Bård said...

Really like that poem! Oh yeah, and the art ain't bad either.

Eric Giles said...

Thanks!