The Last Time
The night black
No stars in the sky
Mood melancholy
You appear before me
The night black
No stars in the sky
Mood melancholy
You appear before me
Something I cannot forget
No longer singing
No longer smiling
Dressed in black
No longer singing
No longer smiling
Dressed in black
Not much between life and death
A life is brief
No matter how long
It is but a blink of the eye
A life is brief
No matter how long
It is but a blink of the eye
It seemed we were in the café
With plenty of time
Suddenly it is over
Nothing will alter that last time
A cherished moment
I carry to my grave
Like being hit with a two by four
An act of kindness
With plenty of time
Suddenly it is over
Nothing will alter that last time
A cherished moment
I carry to my grave
Like being hit with a two by four
An act of kindness
I had no weapons
No way to defend myself
It was not the ending
I would have written
No way to defend myself
It was not the ending
I would have written
No revenge to be taken
No charge made
Another night would come
Another day…
No charge made
Another night would come
Another day…
38 comments:
Much to reflect upon.
A cherished moment akin to being hit by a two by four -that has impact! :)
I sense that the moment you describe is one you never knew would be the last... too often we never cherish what we have until it's too late.
I felt the impact of that two-by-four. Some events are unfathomable, more about the other person than us.
Your comment was right on the money! Thanks Colonialist.
While you comment may be true for some, it was not true for me, rather more like something you would wish would never come. Thanks Bjorn.
What you say is true Sherry, unfathomable, so of course it stays with you forever.
A funeral night but a new day by the end.
Thanks for your comment Colleen.
You have written this very matter-of-factly, but I know it was a time of great emotion!
Oh, the agony. Beautifully written, Anne.
Your words are true, that is the goal, from great emotion, to a fact. The pain returns but we go on,
Thanks for your comment Vicky.
Vicky I read your poem about the love potion, TC, Too Cute!!
Those of us who have suffered sudden losses -- who hasn't? -- are chilled by the savage sweep of change. A two-by-four, that reaper's scythe, for sure ... no wonder it has been likened being abducted/raped by Hades in his black chariot. I think the reader here needs more contextual surface -- if a loss has been brutal, are there agencies? (Car wreck, murder, etc?) And we are to understand it is the speaker's unusually strong empathies that made the loss feel savage, what can be said of them? I wasn't quite sure how to feel -- sorry of course, but for the nature of loss or the nature of feeling?
So many ways loss can come, but as you say "sudden" and final, maybe the key. It is all quiet normal of course, life is not long, no matter the length. I know you have suffered, too,( and as you said, who hasn't?) Still it comes again and again, as if it were waves on the shore. We are confronted again, overwhelmed, days go by, all seems as it should, and then memory takes hold to throw you to the ground, all to be confronted again. We feel as we feel, thanks for your comments, and thanks for allowing me to say it again, and again. Some wounds are hard to mend, a Mother, Father, Brother Sister, or child. Still life goes on, and sometimes we struggle to catch up.
I find I am in different stages, I see this from my writing...in each stage it is different. For me, writing helps me to know where I am.
There is such raw emotion in this poem which makes me want to hug the speaker and take away all the pain and sorrow.. 😥
This, for me, channels an emotional depth of heaviness (probably not the right words) that is a reality onto itself. I suspect that the trauma of sudden loss is like no other loss - and my heart goes out to you.
"Not much between life and death" -- but that's enough time to be "hit with a two by four"! So Amazing to have kindness in the same brief span.
"Suddenly it is over
Nothing will alter that last time"
yes, that last time is always traumatizing, a loss for words moment, an infinite blur.
your poem speaks for all who have suffered a loss.
A cherished moment
I carry to my grave
Like being hit with a two by four... love the contradiction in that! The wallop!
It seemed we were in the café
With plenty of time
Suddenly it is over
Nothing will alter that last time
Things can happen in a blink of an eye. Not many can take it. But what is done normally stays!Very true annelle!
Hank
Thanks for your comment, Sanaa.
Thanks for your comment, Susan.
I am afraid it is so, and usually we are not prepared. After is when we get prepared, and it might take a lifetime. Thanks for your comment dsnake1.
It can be "everything," in that moment. Thanks for your comment.
The above comment was for Thotpurge.
Yes, they can, thanks for your comment, Kaykuala.
This one is quite haunting.
Thank you for your comment, Rosemary.
Your words are truly haunting Annell and I have thought long and hard before responding, not quite sure if my understanding is correct.
Life is but brief and how do we come to terms with a loss of someone we love dearly, for it doesn’t seem right, despite its predictability. How can it be right?
Yes our loss, the impact of it fades over time, but some memories still leave us horribly naked, but...
“Another night would come
Another day…”
Loadsa hugs.
Anna.
Those memories of our loved ones are what keep is going. Your words
burrowed deep within me and touched something there.
Such a touching homage to the pain of loss. My husband is gone 38 years, and still he visits me in dreams on occasion....a sort of heart-touch from the hereafter.
Thank you for your comments. Somehow, over time, it becomes a fact, then one day, just before going to sleep, or in a dream, or something else, it is before you again. You remember with such sharpness, it is as if it is happening again. This stays for a while, until we can get it back into the "box."
The above is for Anna.
Thank you for your comment Vivian....
Yes, Bev, I know that. Or perhaps it is a "memory dream?"
Oh dear, I realise belatedly that my comment above sounded as if I was making a very bad pun. Luckily you don't seem to have taken it that way. It was not the intention at all!
Life can be agonizing, and some things pushed back but never forgotten. So much raw emotion in this, Annell. You can feel the pushing and pulling clearly.
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