The Prodigal Son
Returns
each of us are one
state of grieving... or another light candles
say prayers do
what is necessary travel to the tavern
find those who
understand roar with laughter at the common state of being
the sun shines
somewhere no matter the weather the prodigal son has returned
he is the treasure
of your life you have searched at last you have found him
your longing is
satisfied celebrate this day only to find
he does not have
long to live his journey is over you are again left alone
...you continue
without him
May 16, 2015
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The Gift
alone tears
poised ready to roll down my cheeks
is sorrow
everywhere for all to share who is here
who is not what is
lost what is found
who is
speaking what words are said is there any meaning
to it all or is
it simply a song i sing softly to myself
a children's
game of hide and seek words learned in childhood
in this
moment sitting here without pain
i think of you a
memory i will keep examine it
for wear fold it
away carefully lovingly
the scent of your
hair the sound of your voice the feel of your skin
i could never
tell what was the color of your eyes blue
grey green so
hard to tell
the story of
you and yet each day the memories flicker on the screen
the little
boy laughing and crying you fell skinned your knees
hurt your
finger the boy a young man you took chances
the world your
oyster a place to play you took it all
a grain of sand or
a piece of cake a mother's love
you told me you
cared pointed to my heart and to your own
said we were
one your greatest gift given in the end
May 17, 2015
15 comments:
The form you have used puts a new slant on the old story.
Love the movement from lighting candles and saying prayers to the tavern and roaring with laughter with those who understand.
Love the form...
where the night is without wind
You chose a beautiful form for this wonderful poem :D
Well penned..!
xoxo
Oh, we do have to keep those memories to examine on occasion -- the sounds, the scents, the touches all have their place in memories!
Well said/written.
ZQ
Two beautiful and heartfelt songs of sorrow. I especially love that the gift - the only, the best of gifts, that of a heart full of love - was given freely at the end. That love is what remains, my friend. Beautifully done.
I really love the detail on how hard it is to remember the color of eyes.. When everything else is so clear, that becomes such a sad point here, wonderful poem Annell.
What a lovely form and sorrowful poems....
I am so sorry for your loss Annell. These poems and the ones before are such a lovely tribute. Your love and sadness are so well expressed.
Moving ... and an interesting form.
Completely heartbreaking.
that void is palpable in both poems...however love binds them together...sigh...
only the gift of love remains--that and the return--the time together. I have the rhythm stuck in my head now like memory.
Brilliant poem.
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