© RH Peat 7/14/2010 4:34pm
Form Tartoum 5 tercets & 1 sestet/ 24 lines
Intent: The death of my mother.
Recently published in the anthology:
"Sunflowers and Seashells/ Days Remembered"
By Eber & Wein Publishing, Pennsylvania.
Mother’s Dark House/ A Tartoum
Mother’s Dark House
Smooth and white as a neatly quilted bed,
sheeted silence glistened sheer and pristine;
not a single track was seen on the rolling snow.
Sheeted silence glistened sheer and pristine,
stretched far without any wind or sound
before the doors and windows—all dark within.
Stretched far without any wind or sound,
nothing showed those lonely difficult times—
no music, nor voice or light came from inside.
Nothing showed those lonely difficult times;
there emptiness occupied the vacant rooms
where the absence of laughter became years.
There emptiness occupied the vacant rooms;
outside the black-oaks had leafless branches;
fields had fallen-quite inside a smoother sleep.
Outside the black-oaks had leafless branches.
not a single track was seen on the rolling snow
before the doors and windows—all dark within;
no music, nor voice or light came from inside
where the absence of laughter became years.
Fields had fallen-quite inside a smoother sleep.
© RH Peat 7/14/2010
lovely piece of work, Cat
Fine descriptive work Ron...Deep and crisp and even...I`ve said it afore an I`ll say it again ...Your de Man... Brilliant Writing Yes yous de master !
The soothing almost mesmeric quality of the sound when this piece is read aloud is quite extraordinary. The form is expertly made the very bearer of that funeral pace and classic phrasing adds the cloth of pall. A stunning verse Ron.
A smooth variation of a person into eternal sleep. An eloquent transition of life to tranquility, well narrated in verses.
This is an eternal piece , where silence speaks the golden language and tells a touchy stroy of a lifetime. The images bring an eual solemn impact on the mind and heart .Abscence of laughter becoming years and emptiness filling the surroundings say a lot and carry a lot more in their depth.....
This is absolutely bliss. Wonderful form, deep music and such epiphany, as if one is wandering through one's childhood home. Loved this. Thanks for such magical poems.