Brittle Become Green

There’s an empty spot
where you used to be,
brittle as a branch,
longing for touch.
Empty but brittle
that doesn’t make sense
you say with quick wit.
Well this is a poem
and you are a story
and the place you left
is brittle and empty;
I know as I touch it.
I drop your story
into deep water,
watch the tide line
curl around the splash,
dissolving hardness
with the weight of water.
The Earth forgave
so long ago
and now do we,
the empty space filled,
the brittle branch
become soft green
beside the changing sea.



photograph by Louis MacKenzie


8 Responses to “Brittle Become Green”

  1. bill dare says:

    So True… Beautiful, Don.

  2. The earth as well as all sentient life longs for touch to relieve brittleness….

  3. Elizabeth O Nunn says:

    Sitting here, thinking of the creative cycle which begins with water.
    A parched, dry humanity seeks the first wave of this cycle of Life…water.
    Once taken, the rest of the creative cycle follows with joy.

  4. Tom Figel says:

    Lovely and poignant.

  5. Betty Doerr says:

    Well this is a poem and you are a story….

  6. Veronica Lim says:

    Don, thank you for this beautiful poem which, to me, is about separation, loss and forgiveness.

  7. David Barnes says:

    Soft with the weight of water and the green of forgiveness. What a story! What a poem! Thank you Don.

  8. Anya Kumara says:

    Deeply moving how you touch the ephemeral realms and bridge these dimension, “Dying into Love.”
    Blessings. Anya 🌹💜

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