Volume 5 | Issue 2 | June-July
2011 |
Weeping
Diane Gage
Sometimes luxurious
sometimes painful
somehow feminine
even when a soldier
does it, or an elephant,
a tree, a low sky.
Earth stands ready
to receive each drop
and freshet, clean it
of meaning, recycle
sweet and salt alike.
Softness ensues,
stones slowly melt,
even bones relax
in this wet surrender
to the laws of loss.
Let’s lie down now
and forgive one another.
Diane Gage - Diane Gage is a writer, artist and Expressive Arts Counselor. Born in Montana and educated in literature and language in North Carolina (Duke, MA) and Arizona (ASU, PhD), she is also a graduate of the Expressive Arts Institute and the European Graduate School in Switzerland. Poetry is Diane Gage’s primary passion and she has published poems in various venues such as Rattapallax, Seattle Review, Puerto del Sol, Poeisis and the National Forum.
e-mail: dgage@san.rr.com
