Category: Loss

End – Poem of the Month – January 2019

End


Evening touches the last light
Before it covers in its darkness
My heart swathed in mourning threads
and face paralyzed in hardness
 
In the end they say it is black
This must surely be where I am
The birds do not sing
nor do I hear the bleat of a lamb
 
I feel only numbness
Immobilized with no direction
Hearing your words echoing in my ears
and their cruel inflection
 
I am a broken woman
Laying in pieces at your feet
A heap of something that once was
Your destruction complete
 
Before others we plighted our troth
An oath to be faithful and true
Our love an ocean not stopping at the shore
If only we knew
 
Your demons buried deep inside
Were still alive and well
Once the lid was open
Only time would tell
 
They had festered in their morbid coffin
Poison slowly growing in wait
A corpulent beast ready to explode
Once you opened the gate
 
I am now frozen in time
Your love was detrimental to my being
I lay slowly dying from the toxins
Your final gift is freeing

 
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Word Prompts:

Oath

Detrimental

Corpulent

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When

When


She longed for the halcyon days
When he would drape her in love
When the sun would smile on them
Kissing their skin
When the birds would sing their song
and the flowers dance
When they would find shade
under the Royal Poinciana
and watch the parade
of soldiers marching
 
She longed for the halcyon days
before he left her
alone and bereft
When she thought she could
cry no more tears
When her heart became empty
Fragile and brittle as bone
A woman broken
From the loss of someone
Taken from this life too soon
 
She longed for the halcyon days
Before the war
The one nobody understood 
Why they were even there
So long ago now
But time did not heal her wounds
She still ached for him
and what might have been
A life lost forever 
A love that still endures

 
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Word Prompts:

Royal

Parade

Halcyon

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Last Call

Last Call


He promised to call her
at half past ten
If only he had known
She wouldn’t be there then
 
The traffic was a jam
Roads had not been cleared
He was getting anxious
But the familiar box appeared
 
He trudged through the snow
Coins in his hand
Anxious to hear her voice
They would talk as planned
 
His call was answered quickly
but the voice unfamiliar
He couldn’t understand
It was most peculiar
 
I’m sorry sir, the voice said
There is nothing to discuss
The lady in question 
Is no longer with us
 
What? he said, not understanding
The voice was forewarning
But she’s expecting my call
Sir, she died this morning
 
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In response to Willow Poetry Photo Prompt - What do you See?



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A Mama’s Gift

A Mama’s Gift

Your essence lingers
With the feel of your silk robe
As if you were still there

I would play dress up
Like any child
Pretending I had your flair

Wearing your high heels
Make up and jewelry
I became a miniature you

Exulted by your delight
Of my performance
Giving me credit for my debut

Lavender sachets
remind me of you
Placed in the drawers of the chest

Little touches of sweetness
Teaching me to care
These memories are the best

Letting me run free and discover
Or baking cakes with you
Wiping away my tears of chagrin

Always there to comfort
Being a proud Mama on sports day
Watching me give it my all to win

Still to this day
You comfort and soothe me
Memories of your fragrances left

Like beautiful music
My senses are touched
Forgetting I am bereft

 

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts:

Linda G Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday – “Ma” – as or in another word

Exult

Credit

Chagrin

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Water Music

Water Music

Every evening when the sun
Was low in the sky
He would go to the river’s edge
To reminisce and he would cry
Not so long had passed
Since she had been lost to him
He would sit and play his piano
And drink his tonic and gin

He had moved his instrument
To this special place
To remember her as she was
Before disappearing without a trace
He had loved her deeply
And asked for her hand
She had demurely resisted
Being unsure of a wedding band

She had visited less after that day
Making excuses and avoiding him
He became despondent and sad
Imploring her to come for a swim
Just one more time he begged
And she reluctantly agreed
She was a little wary of him
But did not pay much heed

Once they were in the water
He begged her once more
Marry me please, he implored
But she again did ignore
Placing his hands on her shoulders
He pushed her down
Holding her under the water
Until she drowned

 

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In response to Hélène Vaillant’s Willow Poetry’s Weekly Photo Prompt Nov 27- What do you see?

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Rewind

Rewind

I am listless

Thinking of the past

Another day of what ifs

How long will this last

 

So dependent on you

For my complete happiness

Now living in this world

Of utter ghastliness

 

Like a slow-mo video

Of my life once perfect

Lost and gone forever

All that is left is to reflect

 

 

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Word Prompts

Listless

Past

Video

Dependent

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Lest We Forget

Lest We Forget

As I look from the train
at the rolling countryside
I see a highway of crosses
Stark white against green
A remembrance of losses

Mile after mile of heartache
In peaceful Normandy
Graves of courageous soldiers
Laid to rest with poppy wreaths
The weight of nations on their shoulders

Lives relinquished
in fierce battles
For the right of freedom
Brave men who fought valiantly
Facing the murdering demon

A feeling of numbness
and a deep sense of melancholy
Reflecting on the waste
of thousands of lives
Realizing this was a just foretaste

 

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In response to Hélène Vaillant’s What Do You See Photo Challenge

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Eviction

Eviction

My world once full of color

Is now monochrome

 

There is a chill in the air

Where sunshine once lived

In the place we called home

 

Your voice lingering still

In the empty rooms

 

Memories from the past

Evicted so cruelly

Now living in tombs

 

 

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In response to  GoDogGo Cafe 3 Word Writing Prompt Nov 6th

The Challenge was to be inspired by the words Gray, Wind and Echoes but not use them in the poem

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Mermaid

Mermaid

She had lived in these waters
Where she would call to him
He was curious and came willingly
And together they would swim

She took him to the ocean floor
And they would pick up starfish
Marveling at their million legs
And on each one make a wish

He learned to ride the dolphins
While she swam alongside
They would lie on the rocks
With each other, preoccupied

As they sat in the sun
He would braid her hair
He had fallen deeply in love
And did not want to share

One day he had to go away
And thought his heart might break
She promised him she would stay
But he feared he’d lose her in his wake

He constructed an image of her
And placed it on the rocks
So she would remember where to come
He would return at the spring equinox

She came back every day
Waiting for her love
She would laugh at the statue
And look up above

The sun had changed its position
But he had never returned
She became tired of waiting
This mermaid had been spurned

She swam far away from there
And did never return
When he finally reappeared
All that was left
was the monument so taciturn

 

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In response to Hélène Vaillant’s What Do You See? – Photo Prompt

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When Your Number Is Up

When Your Number Is Up

She looked to the mountains
With the colors of red and gold
Like her brazen hair
A Celtic look strong and bold
Her husband a seaman
sailing the oceans seven
Like his father before him
a cabin boy at age eleven

Used to her loneliness
she cared for the croft
Sheep to be fed
and hay in the loft
Her feelings repressed
Who would hear her voice
The bairns too young
she didn’t have a choice

The small cottage
never dingy or unclean
A spotless home
A place that was serene
This day her thoughts
were indulgent and sublime
But they were ephemeral
Being in the world of maritime

A storm picking up
Dark clouds gathering
She rounded up the young ones
as the shutters began clattering
Just another day
This woman of resilience
Keeping home fires burning
Until her husband’s deliverance

Marking the calendar
Until his return on leave
Nine more days
Of wool to weave
One week and two days
Until he is home safe and sound
Sadly she did not know
That he had already drowned

 

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts:

Repress

Dingy

Ephermeral

Sublime

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