The elegy is a form that has been around a long time, and can be so moving. I’ve written a few myself. I particularly love the ending of this one.
Elegy, Surrounded by Seven Trees
. All Saints Cemetery, Wilmington, Delaware
Ordinary days deliver joy easily
again & I can’t take it. If I could tell you
how her eyes laughed or describe
the rage of her suffering, I must
admit that lately my memories
are sometimes like a color
warping in my blue mind.
Metal abandoned in rain. My mother
will not move. Which is to say that
sometimes the true color o
fher casket jumps from my head
like something burnt down
in the genesis of a struck flame. Continue reading “Elegy”