To One . . . Or Two . . . On June 13, 2015June 13, 2015 By Amidha K. Porter, M.A.In Home Share this:ShareEmailPrintFacebookLike this:Like Loading... Related
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Now that I am growing old, the circle darkens
under the eye.
Fingers broken in a fall cry out.
What mattered once breaks down into small and smaller
divisions of the space we are falling through
and the one I love comes closer
bending down to look me full in the face.
Amidha, thank you so much for sharing this!!
I had forgotten this poem, and love seeing/hearing it now. And Farrell is the perfect reader! Usually I don’t like readings, so didn’t listen at first… but thought I should at least hear it — then was pretty blown away — by the expression and accent. So moving. Thank you!!
[P.S. I’m in the process of putting all my online comments under the same moniker — ‘Elizabeth.’ — but it’s just me, Betty — though Elizabeth really is one of my official names, and one I feel closer to, abstractly, than my nicknname “Betty.” Life! : ) ]