Faded
Memories
my
world seems askew the flowers have fallen from the pot
hard
edged moments
too real to forget
nightmares
are never sanguinary... just sad
i
reach for your furry absence you
are but a memory
i
am pulled into
your cage of sorrow my legs unsteady
often
i
am a guest in an unhappy guesthouse
while
the color behind the color is crimson the color of my heart
my
world is often blue no
longer bright
faded
into memories of you
April
18, 2015
15 comments:
Melancholy but well written. Great creation.
Absolutely marvelous...!! :D
Loved it!
xoxo
"the flowers have fallen from the pot"...heartbreaking...
So sad to be in those sad memories.. to be a guest in your own home is a haunting image.
beautiful and very touching..
Oh I can see your furry beautiful Beau........the lines "often I am a guest in an unhappy guesthouse" really speak to me. Beautiful and moving, my friend.
p.s. Has Ward read this poem? He must miss Beau too.
How beautifully written and poignant is this memory.
"hard edged moments too real to forget"---piercing!
So poignant, Annell. I assume you are writing about a beloved pet. I empathize with this, as anyone who has been through this would. "I am pulled into your cage of sorrow" expresses it so well....this sadness which any of us who has loved a pet cannot escape.
'hard edged moments too real' just broke my heart....
Such loss..the fading of a much loved presence and yet 'it' is still there...always will be in and all around you..i hope..i hope xo
color blue can be sad but can be hopeful too... memories linger
That moment in the night when we forget they are gone. What a well written poem.
Grief is not a mere moment or month, but a long and perilous journey, with memories fading along the way. The image of the fallen flowers brings the transience of this life home to me...
Post a Comment