Empty Studio

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Empty Studio

My memories
are footsteps
leading me to you.

I smell your scent of wood,
your sweat with the bouquet of bronze,
remember the finger you sacrificed
to impetuosity and art.

Finally the world fed all of you to the blade––
our severance as final as one of your straight sure cuts––
making you into memory I follow one step at a time,
my passing visible through stone dust
and wood shavings on the floor.

This is how you and I
create patterns
even after you are gone
from memories as fragmented
as what you left behind
when you created art––

stone chips, sawdust, pebbled glass,
curls of metal and winged shards of paper––
my footprints
pushing them farther apart
each time I pass through.
Leaving more of me
and less of you.

daily life color133

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/footsteps/

23 thoughts on “Empty Studio

    1. lifelessons Post author

      I had a feeling it would. Do you have that wonderful picture of you greeting Bob at Jeff’s wedding? If not, I’ll post it. On your face is one of the most joyous expressions I’ve ever seen.

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  1. Ann O'Neal Garcia

    The best poem yet. It is also a bit unsettling. Some of the analogies are hard, destructive…like “footprints pushing them further apart” and “the world fed all of you to the blade” “severance final”…it is hard and it is touching, very much so, all at the same time. I think it is a fine tribute to your late and wonderful husband Bob.

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    1. lifelessons Post author

      You, too, Vonita. I’ll be hiding eggs in my friend Audrey’s garden, then on Monday in my own garden for my gardener’s son and my housekeeper’s daughter. Easter was always my favorite holiday.

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      1. 49lilykatz

        You have a gift, please don’t hide your light under a bushel. Your poem is on my bulletin board in my kitchen, and it helps me gather the courage to go out in the yard, into my beloved M.’s workshop, from time to time. You have a voice, please continue to use it. I’m always glad to hear you.

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