Love Poem

Coming from a bay of blood
and wet grey moss
hands tight together
for healing
for world making

Neither one knew
the roads would knit
so far
so long
so new

Strained and thinned
to the faint glimmer
rounding the sun
at every evening’s promise
of one more awakening

Apart became meaningless
in a world shrunken
to walnut-size
by all the soft necessities
of a thorough love

Every day a lifetime
every year a breath
sunlight and clean air
feed and spin
endless unspoken words

This center does hold
enlarges gravity
tends always to become
more of life
in its least gesture

Brightest swelling song
quietest murmur
all music grows outward
weaves shimmering nets
embroiders us into each other

About janemwoodman

Singer, writer, restaurant reviewer, urban farmer, devoted lover of my husband....old and getting happier all the time.
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2 Responses to Love Poem

  1. rita kowats says:

    Oh, Jane. This is exquisite. “This center does hold.” ahhh. Thank you

  2. janemwoodman says:

    Thanks, Rita. Nice to see you.

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