© Ellen Wilson
If this stone angel can pray,
then why do my lips remain glued?
I cannot bear my life without you,
in this silence I am afraid.
Your voice filled my empty space,
within its warmth my heart found home,
now it is only the erratic beating of
alone.
My spirit feels the crush of this
somber place.
Memories float around me like dust.
I reach for a moment to see it dissolve
into the thin air of loss breaking my
resolve
to not let my joy tarnish and turn to
rust.
Photographs are all I have of your
smile.
It is sunshine in the clouds of my
pain
where it leaves a small hope the
steady rain
of tears will dissipate in a little
while.
©Susie Clevenger 2012
Kerry at Real Toads challenged us to write the poem form
"In Memoriam". Sadly all I could create was a poem that rhymed,
but for me that is a major accomplishment since I rarely do rhyme. :)
but for me that is a major accomplishment since I rarely do rhyme. :)
Comments
I reach for a moment to see it dissolve--
It is certainly true that when grasping for something like a moment - or a memory - so hard to hold. Very poignant. k.
Thanks for the use of your photo. I love it when a picture speaks to me so strongly.
K
within its warmth my heart found home,
now it is only the erratic beating of alone.
My spirit feels the crush of this somber place."
This one hits the raw-aloneness hard, Susie.
Well written piece!
Thanks for the visit and comment you paid me!