Sunday, January 17, 2016

January 17, 2016 The Sunday Whirl/The Revenant --Poets United Poets Pantry

The Revenant

you are the revenant       you did return                    after years of silence

we really didn't discuss it                        i always thought there would be time

you told me of some of the things                     that happened in your life

some happy                    some sad                                      like any life

the scale tipped one way      and then another       you accepted each fluctuation

                          sigh

no it was not how        i would have written it               not how i wanted it

it was a shadow time       a half life for me                    the child wants to go

the time comes               the child is ready                     the parent grieves

the child always ran ahead     never waiting for the light to change      took chances

the roar of the river        makes me cover my ears          i dismiss what i do not know

                           sigh

sometimes it seems there is no justice           only the memory of your finger to my heart

to your own                                like the river you were the pilot of your own course

all questions dropped          the puzzle pieces fall into place                    it was as it was

you wrote the story of your life                                      and mine

                           sigh

January 17, 2016


13 comments:

  1. I think if we could meet again like that it would straiten out some questions... Maybe reason's made clear... Yes there are those meeting I would need.

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  2. This is so beautiful.. brought tears to my eyes..

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  3. I think you've nailed it.....sometimes, even if the revenant returned for a meeting after years of silence, there would still be no satisfactory answers....so the questions would be dropped and the bottom line would remain that "it was as it was, you wrote the story of your life and mine" by leaving as you did/when you did. Powerful stuff, Annell.

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  4. This is very poignant, Annell. One wishes for some of the untold stories, but then again I wonder would anything have been different if one had known. Perhaps we all know the most important things anyway, what we feel in our hearts.

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  5. "You wrote the story of your life....and mine." That is the truth of it when it comes to our kids..........so powerful the finger pointing at your heart and his - that tells the bedrock part of the story - the love that is always there, was always there. Beautifully done, my friend.

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  6. Strong with feeling. Even though some things are left hidden and not revealed. That is as it should be. I found your poem deeply moving and also satisfying,

    Elizabeth

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  7. Indeed. Some things we learn about the past and other things are left unsaid, unknown. The "sigh" at the end just ties it all together, the feelings, losses, gains...beautifully written.

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  8. So much pain in this write, Annell. Very well done. I hope you are well.

    Pamela ox

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  9. Sigh - and sadness and yet so brave to let a child run free and follow their course..how you must wish to keep them, cradle them, hold them tight..perhaps physically 'we' can't but i hope spiritually we can..a beautifully touching poem..sending you a warm hug xo

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  10. Sometimes they do write the story of their life and their loved ones'...sigh...poignant and strong...

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