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Arlene Weiner: While I live

While I live, let me pour as through a sieve 

the mixed and muddied waters of my loves, 

hold the gold and let the silt go. While I live, 

let me tilt the pan to the light, lift 

ore from the stream, strain to haul nets 

with gleaming gifts from the deep, 

keep the good, leave the rest. 


Grief hoards the gold and weeps 

the human question, Why not more,

more life? For we hold our lost loves, 

restored, only when we sleep.

Arlene Weiner’s books include More (Ragged Sky, 2022). She lives in Pittsburgh.

Copyright 2022 Arlene Weiner

image source: Gold Rush Blog

6 comments on “Arlene Weiner: While I live

  1. Wayne Karlin
    December 21, 2022

    This really hits home. Why not more, more life? That unanswerable eternal question.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. johnlawsonpoet
    December 18, 2022

    Beautiful melancholy. Thanks, Arlene.

    Liked by 1 person

  3. David Adès
    December 18, 2022

    Wonderful poem, Arlene – succinct and yet full of meaning. I relate to this!


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