Wednesday, November 29, 2017

Poets United Midweek Motif/We Traveled Far To Gather The Bittersweet

We Traveled Far To Gather The Bittersweet

we journeyed far          to gather the bittersweet            prized for its orange berries     

marked the season        highlighted the table                 an autumn tradition

patchwork of blue        when i think of you                  your return so sweet

a bittersweet time         it was the spring of the year      a time of butterflies 

    

and honeysuckle          i lowered the blinds                 adjusted the light in your room

i remained by your bed    watched the monitors           your heartbeat steady 

you slept peacefully      you held my hand                    tight in yours’s

the time was short        yet the hours crept by slowly            i was helpless



you disappeared           in the early morning                 the chamber empty

i wanted to scream       i wanted to run                         instead/ paid the cabby

caught the flight           laid over in denver                   returned home

November 30, 2017                                       


            

9 comments:

Susan said...

Remembering the details, WOW! Such a long journey to love, gather the bittersweet, and then return alone. I feel it pulsing:
"the time was short yet the hours were long i was helpless"
Indeed. At one time it may have seemed the bitter would obliterate the sweet.
Bittersweet is a healing, in a sense.

Nicholas said...

wow I'm speechless. This was a masterpiece for me. thanks for the smile.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

The time of butterflies and honeysuckle is as sweet as it gets, and when it is over the memories are so bittersweet. This is beautifully written, Annell. Poignant. You took me right there.

X said...

The passing of a loved one is always bittersweet. You don't want to see them suffer, so death is a merciful release. But then we will miss them, and we are left only with their memories. I guess in some ways it is perspective...better for them, or better for you.

indybev said...


An eloquent portrayal of loss of a loved one, and the feeling of emptiness. May your memories soften the pain.

Old Egg said...

A few years ago I'd been with my wife everyday for a few hours over a three months period as she was slowly dying and now for the few days unconscious. Just a few days before Christmas I'd been with her since morning and the nurse said "Why don't you go home for a break?" So I did and within an hour of getting home I had a call to say she had died. I felt terrible that I was not there.

Gillena Cox said...

The bittersweet as centerpiece is both real and surreal. Awesome write; Annell

Much💖love

Sumana Roy said...

Sweet to have a loved one closed to heart and beyond bitter to let go helplessly. Memories will always be bittersweet. Sigh.

Mary said...

Recollection of a difficult time. Memories are often bittersweet....but we must move on.

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