My friend, Alizah Brozgold, lost her beloved husband last Fall. She has been writing beautiful poems, some of which she has permitted me to share.

To Sleep in a Widow’s Bed

Is to find your legs a hypotenuse
of grief,
is to sink
under a collapsed
parachute of tangled sheets,
to breathe in
memory half-lives
rose scented
and vinegar,
to wander corridors
of half-lit sun/moons,
 to roll over onto
shards and ash
while searching for heartbeats,
to translate
the trembling of falling
leaves
into your footsteps.

~ Alizah Z. Brozgold

Cooper’s Hawk
 
While your ashes sleep in the top
drawer of the faded green dresser,
a Cooper’s Hawk made our window box
his grave,
his rounded tail feathers like celluloid filmstrips
of a wild city bird
face down
where your morning glory
used to grow;
how far he flew
cause of death
we’ll never know
only that
I hover tenderly
over his bed
and watch the subtle
ruffling of his feathers
in the wind,
and I guess
soon
we’ll bury this bird
in the spirit
of spirit animals
of wild
city birds
like you
who flew
so far
from home.

~ Alizah Z. Brozgold




Imagine Sisyphus is Happy

Imagine Sisyphus

is happy

or at least

getting stronger

by the boulder’s reach

imagine the boulder
​​​​
is the rock

of my grief

imagine after six months

slowly moving

toward the middle of the bed

a new geometry

remember a dream

in which I had to recite

all your passwords

in order to see your face

one more time.

-Alizah Z. Brozgold

The Quarry
 
Each day I go down to the quarry
with my quarry axe and my pick
as the wind leads the way
with its mournful whine;
there I search
for wonder stone
while golden flecks
spark gray ash
alive
and silvers words
bloom in lava rock.
 
Deep in this sorrow mine
I count on the tiniest stones
to hold our memories
and rocks both jagged
and smooth,
passionflowers
too will bloom
in lava rock
and our love
a gaudy bird
of paradise
and even lava fields
have coral flowers
along with Bitterroot.
 
Won’t we all take our places
there one day
in the crevices of a lava flow,
guarded by
volcano swiftlets
with their screams
and clicks
over embers
glowing
memory.
 
~ Alizah Z. Brozgold

Susan Rosenberg Jones

Website via Visura

Susan Rosenberg Jones is integrated to:
Visura site builder, a tool to grow your photography business
Visura's network for visual storytellers and journalists
A photography & film archive by Visura
Photography grants, open calls, and contests
A newsfeed for visual storytellers