{"id":1376,"date":"2012-09-10T01:12:06","date_gmt":"2012-09-10T01:12:06","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/?p=1376"},"modified":"2017-07-11T03:53:02","modified_gmt":"2017-07-11T03:53:02","slug":"healing-by-richard-brobst","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/healing-by-richard-brobst\/","title":{"rendered":"Healing by Richard Brobst"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"\"<\/a><\/h1>\n

Healing<\/h1>\n

by Richard Brobst<\/p>\n

Ultimately we must learn to accept
\nour losses (as constellations eventually
\naccept their passing one<\/p>\n

from another) in blue china,
\ntractor axles, hair brushes, time
\nscabs and heals relatively<\/p>\n

as memory is numbed (in absolute
\nzero). Perhaps it is no more and no
\nless than the miles between<\/p>\n

the words you have spoken
\nand the words left unspoken,
\nnever to be spoken.<\/p>\n

Never to be spoken
\nbeyond stone and sod
\nand shovels rusting in rusting sheds<\/p>\n

and all that is not concerned
\nwith whispers and all
\nthat our hands have touched.<\/p>\n

And when do the voices begin to begin
\n(as a black hole that might draw
\none in to see where one has been)<\/p>\n

from dark rooms with clock-less corners
\nAnd when do they begin to end
\nwhile candles flicker the absence<\/p>\n

of breath, or the cold feels colder,
\nor you shake awaiting a shawl
\nas the sea dries in an old woman’s breast<\/p>\n

and you know now actually and for the first
\ntime how small time is
\nThe best we can hope<\/p>\n

is nothing disturbs our death;
\nthat it comes as clean
\nas a handful of ice.<\/p>\n

###<\/p>\n

Richard Brobst was co-founder and co-editor of the national poetry journal, ALBATROSS, from 1986-1998. He has had four collections of poetry published (ANABIOSIS PRESS and FORESTLAND PUBLICATIONS), along with many individual works in journals and anthologies, including THE SOUTHERN POETRY REVIEW, THE KENTUCKY REVIEW, PEMBROKE MAGAZINE, and FLORIDA IN VERSE; AN ANTHOLOGY.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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