A poem by Harry Northup for Wanda Coleman

Tuesday, January 21, 2014

 

In Memoriam

 

Today, I walked with a nuance; it has its vocation

& is of the spirit.

 

Where the muse allows us to go, blesses the spirit.

To not bully or order words around,

To not interrupt words.

 

Marriage was a waist around her, sheltering.

With her fires & flowers blooming

adoration aside, she shelters our

journey, beckons, subsides, the quarter

moon invites star-shaped sea flowers mighty mist.

What do we have but a road & a sky.

The red sash dashes towards the door & a hand

made of red roses sends childhood pictures.

The nuance is there is no childhood; it’s a mint

green flower at the pool’s end. For within the opening I

leave the nuance, sit in shadow, face hidden.

Lexington & Kenmore, I look up & all the lights in the sky

are Wanda’s eyes.

 

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Harry E. Northup

 

(Published with the permission of the author, Harry E. Northup. Copyright Harry Northup. All rights reserved to the author.)