Musing around the consequence of being deserted,
these are thoughts on how loss of a lover might feel.
Facing It.
Lonely black places engulfing the mind,
Caverns of glistening fear.
Phantoms arising from pleasanter past
Tauntingly whisper your name in my ear.
Fearsome of seeing their faces in dreams
Willingly I lie awake.
Facing the clock-ticking wall, I keep too
Clocking the minutes, for sanity's sake.
Ducking below tearful blankets once more,
With broken resolve yet again,
Sobs fill the silence - life will, it appears,
Be undeniably never the same.
Words still walk their procession inside my head,
Spelling out clearly 'He's gone',
But half-empty cupboards untidily left
Begin to insist I clean up - - and move on.
sridevi
Although there is an underlying pathos in this poem...it portrays realism so well...life has to go on...furniture needs dusting...and wardrobes need to be tidied..loved the spirit of the poem :))Sri.
Although there is an underlying pathos in this poem...it portrays realism so well...life has to go on...furniture needs dusting...and wardrobes need to be tidied..loved the spirit of the poem :))Sri.
Fay Slimm
Wow - thanks Don - to be thought of in the same breath as the great Emily is high honour indeed. Love the poem of hers you referred to.
Wow - thanks Don - to be thought of in the same breath as the great Emily is high honour indeed. Love the poem of hers you referred to.
Don
Captures the exact emotions...reminds me of Emily Dickinson's poem, ("The bustle in a house The morning after death Is solemnest of industries Enacted upon earth. The sweeping up the heart And putting love away We shall not want to use again Until eternity.")
Captures the exact emotions...reminds me of Emily Dickinson's poem, ("The bustle in a house The morning after death Is solemnest of industries Enacted upon earth. The sweeping up the heart And putting love away We shall not want to use again Until eternity.")
robertchoward
Fine portrayal of grief and recovery.
Fine portrayal of grief and recovery.
PrEmJi PrEmJi
only pain has depth... dear fay...
only pain has depth... dear fay...
carol
a memory too close to reality good u got up
a memory too close to reality good u got up
mistycalpoet
There are things that we never want to let go of, people we never want to leave behind. But keep in mind that letting go isn’t the end of the world, it’s the beginning of a new life... -Misty
There are things that we never want to let go of, people we never want to leave behind. But keep in mind that letting go isn’t the end of the world, it’s the beginning of a new life... -Misty
Sandra Martyres
"Phantoms arising from pleasanter past Tauntingly whisper your name in my ear." This is both a wistfula nd very touching write Fay.....with many unforgettable lines and phrases...tearful blankets, words walking their procession etc. Bookmarked
"Phantoms arising from pleasanter past Tauntingly whisper your name in my ear." This is both a wistfula nd very touching write Fay.....with many unforgettable lines and phrases...tearful blankets, words walking their procession etc. Bookmarked
The rhythm, rhyme and melancholy of this poem really pulled me right in and your words are the cruel reality of person in deep pain from loss. Yet one must move on, or else go under. Excellent crafting Fay!