The Hold

“What are the roofs that clutch, what branches grow
Out of this stony rubbish?”T.S. Eliot, The Wasteland

Silently,
as is often how dying
occurs, their joy,
their hearts, eroded.

The hand held,
the smile shared,
migrated
south when daylight ebbed
from their conversation.

A grain at a time,
winds of neglect worked
over the once-fertile soil.

Inconstant, hidden tears exposed
them both to the searing
glare of alone.

Years of holding
on produced a change
of landscape –
drastic.

Dramatic.

Against
likelihood they stayed
and flourished.

Birds roost
in the boughs reaching
skyward
and sing among new growth.

15 thoughts on “The Hold

  1. My first thoughts on this were that it was about death, seeing how you said that in the first stanza. Upon rereading I see ‘searing glare of alone’ and then ‘against likelihood they stayed’ and it speaks of a strained relationship. Pulling together the quote from Wasteland, your strong poem and that amazing photo makes for a beautiful work of art.

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  2. My first thought when I read it was a relationship pushed to the limit. It’s sad, and lonely, but at the end the hope with new growth. It’s beautiful.
    Just curious, in the verse- Inconstant, hidden tears exposed
    them both to the searing
    glare of alone.

    Did you mean tears, as in crying, or did you mean tears, as in tears as in torn heart, soul,etc? Either way, it works, but I was wondering.

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