The Red Cardinal
A red cardinal flew
Right up next to the car
So close I looked into his eye
‘Life is fleeting’
He whispered
He whispered
Arrived early
To find you had gone
The howl I kept inside my throat
Could not be heard
In that hospital corridor
Only the dead could hear me now
Was told you can go into his room
Yes, I wanted to....
I straighten my back
Walked directly to your room
The door was closed
Asking myself
Can I do this
My only child was dead
There you were
As though asleep on your bed
But you were gone
No longer my own
Your journey here
Had ended
Like the cardinal red
You were gone
June 26, 2014
Toast
There was a little film
Titled Toast
An English film
Based on a true story
Sweet
About a boy growing up
And how he loved his Mother
Who couldn’t cook
But she could make toast
What I really loved about the movie
Was the use of the color green
In every scene
Enchanting
June 26, 2014
4 comments:
"Like the cardinal red you were gone." So heartrending, Annell. And that howl we have to suppress to not distress others - I know. I think it is still living inside me. I love the story about the woman who could only make toast.
I see you published your beautiful poetry.. about your son and your recent loss... I hope your memories sustain you through your sadness.
how might i compliment you on your poetry when it grows from this place?
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that you juxtapose the two poems, the red against the green - green is fire and blood (red) is life (green), the two, as you intuit, inseparable.
xo
erin
Annell, Loved this - tender and true... With Best Wishes Scott www.scotthastie.com
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