Little Brother (Saturday Writing Essential)

That secret alphabet

like calmness, or the flat, little hand disappearing,

bending south into the color of dead oak leaves

spun from your eyes, yet nearing each of us

in the dark trough of air that will rise, yet converge.

And G-d, fulfilled from stillness,

loves you; remembers us.

It‘s a cold day.

How deep can space become;

how long have you been gone?

Your story should be about children

whose little hands grasp for sky and light.

How I remember your hands—the nimble way

darkened skin fell from the bone.

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Len Maxwell Nov 17, 2012, 8:36pm UTC

That's a wonderful poem and a great response to the challenge. I doubt anyone else will do anything similar.

Thanks for taking the SatWE challenge and I'm pleased to feature your work on Gather Writing Essential.

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Ann Marcaida Jan 14, 2013, 1:36pm UTC

Gorgeous as always, Tovli. Don't forget to share your work with us at Gather's Luminous! Tweeted.

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