Poems & Essays

12 Feb

Her Empty Nest

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It’s late in her evening,
dinner is set on the kitchen table
and pink geraniums stew
in the crystal vase near the soup bowl,

as her husband dodders
back inside from the half-lit back porch,
she tells him that dinner is ready,
but her gaze shrugs past the glass bay,
parts the curtains,
creeps out to the old swing
by the tall pines where her children’s
footfalls still lay wrapped
in blankets of shadow
and sere grass,

funnier then, how she will stop
and stand so completely stock-silent
by the mist-veiled windows
as she watched their laughter
pulsed against the soft summer rain
with warm breeze hugged
their sodden clothes–
and wistfully now, she feels that same quiet
symphony of waiting stealing again
inside her bones,

nostalgia is worth a thousand
rainy kisses even when they are as abstract
as wisps of the finest silk flowing
through her aged fingertips,
so she stands there forgetting to
how mindfully her husband’s web of
words can fetch her back,
back to every signal of
an empty nest house.

 

A Pushcart nominee, Lana has works of poetry and fiction published and forthcoming with over 170 journals, including a chapbook with Crisis Chronicles Press (Spring 2016), Abyss & Apex, Chiron Review, Coe Review, Columbia Journal, Elohi Gadugi, Foundling Review, Fourth & Sycamore, Galway Review, Harbinger Asylum, Literary Orphans, Lost Coast Review, Poetry Salzburg Review, Poetry Quarterly, Roanoke Review, William Jessup University, and elsewhere, among others. She divides her time between the US and the coastal town of Nha Trang, Vietnam, where she is a mom of two far-too-clever-frolicsome imps. https://www.facebook.com/niaallanpoe

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