Fragments Grometry and Change 36"x36" acrylic on canvas
A Summer Day/Honeysuckle in the Air
For one who has been stung by grief
Surrounded by memories
A small bird
Might fly in
To remind the griever
Of the loved one’s touch
Surrounded by memories
A small bird
Might fly in
To remind the griever
Of the loved one’s touch
It happened to me
On the morning you died
A cardinal and his mate
Flew close and seemed to whisper
“Hurry” for time passes
And soon it will be too late”
On the morning you died
A cardinal and his mate
Flew close and seemed to whisper
“Hurry” for time passes
And soon it will be too late”
A chill enveloped me
Even though the morning warm
A summer day
Honeysuckle in the air
The sun found its way through the trees
Shadow patterns dappled at my feet
Even though the morning warm
A summer day
Honeysuckle in the air
The sun found its way through the trees
Shadow patterns dappled at my feet
The morning quiet
All was peaceful on that day
I gathered my strength
As the little bird said
The van arrived too late
Your room empty
All was peaceful on that day
I gathered my strength
As the little bird said
The van arrived too late
Your room empty
You had gone away
I remember it well
Like a movie seen many times
Each detail sharp in memory
Your trunk open by the bed
You took nothing with you
Like a movie seen many times
Each detail sharp in memory
Your trunk open by the bed
You took nothing with you
I held your hand
For the last time
September 2, 2018
Wordle #367
15 comments:
Somehow your grief poems bring me a sense of peace. Thank you,
Elizabeth
A beautiful sad poem. Spiced with the resonance of emptiness throughout
Happy Sunday Annell
much love...
This is both sad and beautiful. Eloquently put.
So very touching
The details and beauty is such a contrast to the sorrow... sometimes I think I would wish for a dark and stormy night for a moment like this.
I make this journey with you, through this poem, the bird's warning, the scent of honeysuckle in the air, the scent that will forever return you, in memory, to the quiet hallway and that empty room. Sigh. Some losses are just too great. Such beauty in this poem, my friend.
Bjorn, yes, a dark and stromy night would be good, and probably better, but that isn't really life is it...things often don't happen as we think they should. Thanks for your comment.
This is so beautifully drawn - with such poignant tenderness - it brought a lump to my throat. A stunning piece of writing.
A truly bit of beautiful writing. The honeysuckle and the empty room. Sadly elegant.
I had been with my wife several hours that day and the nurse said "Go and have a break" so I did and soon after I got home the call came that she had died. Sadly we are not in charge and the hurt would occur wherever I was. Yes, this poem is beautifully written.
This is a beautiful.
Often there are things that happen, whether dreams or something someone says, a feeling that comes over you, or even something in nature that strikes you a certain way that seems to be a forewarning of an impending death or crisis. However, it seems that it is often in hindsight one realizes the significance.
A stunning grief poem, Annell. I had a similar experience with a robin.
As others have said, both sad and beautiful. I love the way you have given us such detail.
From other stories I have been told, I think often the dying wait until they are alone to slip away. Perhaps, in a last gesture of love, they wish to spare their loved ones that final moment? And yes, I think oter, non-human living beings often cine to give us signs.
"Shadow patterns dappled at my feet" is such a beautiful image 💜
This poem writes grief as it is. Profound. Stark. Real. All of the details. Vivid in your mind, and you make them vivid to the reader as well.
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