Saturday, August 26, 2006

Endearment


Yesterday, with words,
I drew a map of the heart,
avoiding such terms as maudlin,
vulgar, and inertia. Because
the heart moves and the body
twists around it, this way
and that, walking through dreams
and remorse. Because there is
mutilation and denial,
people ignore the road signs
to drive headlong over euphoria
into ignorance. Maps
are needed.

But even maps have a will,
it seems, to twist against
the compass rose’s certainty
that north always points up.
Because some things are too rare
to waste on such recklessness,
words like forever and sorrow
carve their own roads on the heart,
where love is written, a most
important and ordinary
endearment.


© 2006 Christine Klocek-Lim

7 comments:

Bud Bloom said...

Very nice, Christine. Love it.

Janet said...

yes, it IS very nice indeed.

Pat Paulk said...

Forever can be a very short time sometimes. Good one Christine!!

Christine Klocek-Lim said...

Bud, thanks. (ps-Looks like you had a great vacation!)

Janet, I'm glad you like it. Thanks.

Pat, yes it can be short. Thanks for stopping by. :-)

Plus Ultra said...

I never fail to go away touched (sorry for the cliche) by your words and your thoughts, every piece is a master piece, are you sure you are not Jane Kenyon in disguise!!!!???I wish I could sit here and just let those words run again and again like oil down Aaron's beard to his toes...and then go away and come back for more!But I need to get back to medicine once in a while!

Paula said...

Really a nice poem and picture, too.

Christine Klocek-Lim said...

plus ultra,
Thank you so much. No Jane Kenyon here, just an ordinary person who loves to write.

Paula,
Thank you. I'm happy you liked both poem and photo.