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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Life (06/15/06)

TITLE: A Slice of Life
By Val Clark


She pulls the collar of her coat up. It is false
dawn and finally the cold penetrates her awareness.
A pathway of light stretches out to the horizon and meets
the setting moon. She imagines Peter walking along
that highway to the horizon.
What would it be like to love the Master so much?
One minute you are in the boat. The next
walking on water.
Sad face turned always towards
us. Reflecting light waxing and waning.
Cheese. Mice. Cows. The moon drowns
on its endless course around
the earth. She shakes her head and waits. Waits
for the moment she has come for. Dare she hope
it will thaw not just her body but
her heart?
Damp seeps up through the tussock of grass. Through
the wool of her coat. Into the fibers of her jeans.
She wiles away the moments changing the shape of
the cloud that is one with her shallow breath.
A slither of pink ghosts that place where
sky and sea meet. The moment is
imminent. She shifts slightly, wondering why
it is not as hot on rising as it is at its zenith. Briefly
she regrets those years of daydreamed science lessons.
But only briefly. Knowledge, she knows, is only
a modem away. Though it is not a spectacular rising,
she is not disappointed. The huge orange orb lifts
effortlessly up from the waters.
She hears the music and a tiny sigh escapes her numb
Others have come to observe or not to.
They walk or run or jog purposefully to private iPod tunes.
Feet pound. Blood pumps. She envies their energy, admires
their tenacity.
A silhouette bends to examine the dumping ground of receding
waves. Pockets a tiny treasure. A bark. Comet tails streaming,
two dogs chase each other with
unconscious joy.
She abandons her tiny tussock.
Feels her heart beat faster at the sudden movement.
Lets the feeble light caress her chapped face.
The walk home is short.
Within her walls all is still. Her ancient dog turns
an apologetic rheumy eye. She massages behind its ears, murmuring
soft words of comfort. She stands at each door hoarding
the memory of sweet faces. Guarding herself against
the grief they bring each day to her heart. In the shadow
she watches her husband stretch his hand out to still
the alarm. She pulls back slightly as he beats on
the light switch. There is the book. The words blaze across
her mind: The best thing parents can do for their kids
is love
each other.

She strips off her gloves.
Shrugs off her coat.
Hangs them up.
Turns to the kitchen. Silently opens the cutlery drawer.
Father, work in our hearts a miracle
of love.

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Jan Ackerson 06/22/06
This is stunning. You have exposed this woman's soul. I'm tremendously impressed! Love the free-flowing format; it was absolutely perfect for the mood of this piece.
Becky Depp 06/23/06
This is a fantastic piece of work! I love it.
Suzanne R06/26/06
Magnificent. I love the way you've used language, not worrying about subjects and objects but getting to the raw beauty of the words. Indeed, you've given us a great peek into a slice of life for this woman. Well done.
Sherry Wendling06/26/06
Breathtaking artistry! What marvelous imagery--"The moon drowns on its endless course around the earth." You took me into her world, and made me forget I was reading. I could smell the ocean, see the forlorn eye of the old dog...You left me reverberating with her desperate cry...A literary treasure, going straight into my favorites.
Pat Guy 06/26/06
Oh Yeggs, this is beautiful. As we read, we experience the essence of this piece - and the hope of God's mercy.

See you in a few weeks dear friend.
Trina Courtenay06/27/06
Yeggy, there is not a word that can descibe this poem. A favorite for sure.

Valora Otis06/30/06
I fear my comments are not enough, after reading such a pure experience. I felt it all, I knew it all. The depth of your heart did not surprise me in the least. You are a gift and I'm so grateful... Much love, Val