The truest way to measure years
Is not in hours but in tears
We weep for others when part we must
For friends, for family, for those we trust
With joy-stained faces eye to eye
With bitter dregs when saying goodbye
No one’s lived who hasn’t wept
For the memories, the souls, the covenants we’ve kept
February 6, 2013
From “A Poem for my Grandmother” by Altos Wexan
Posted by alexp01 under Excerpt | Tags: Altos Wexan, covenants, dregs, eye to eye, fiction, poem, poetry, religion, spirituality, story |[3] Comments
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February 6, 2013 at 11:33 pm
Sweet poem!
February 7, 2013 at 8:05 pm
Beautiful, Alex. I love “joy-stained faces.” I’m not sure that I can put into words the reason why, but that imagery…and ‘joy’ where there should be ‘tears,’ and, literally, where there are tears. I love it.
February 8, 2013 at 10:43 am
That’s the thing that keeps drawing me back to poetry: the ability to come closer than any other writing to articulating that which can’t be put into words. I’m happy you enjoyed it!