she sleeps peacefully, yet not at all
the world seems to stop, slip away, and fall
had I known
my last goodbye would be greeted by cold hard stone...
beneath lovely boughs
magnolia's first bloom
brings sweet memories of you
pink hues
i watch rain
that last breathing memory
etched on my heart
I knead dough
roll / pull / twist / punch
wishing these hands were yours
How long can I tread tears before
I drown in them?
memories of you seep through my veins
I'm
lost
and asking for directions
not an option
lost: unarmed. I stare towards the fray
Is it wrong
for me to hope
your light still shines?
How many times can I wish for the arms
that will never raise again before
I crumble within?
How do I
continue to gaze into the flames
that sing now
for just me?
This is a compilation; the majority of lines are taken directly from another poem. Each poem focused on the same overarching topic. I felt I could not allow this day to pass without a piece, but I find myself lacking. So, to celebrate I have created this piece by pulling from others in the order they were written. (Since the last thing I wrote was the title it seemed fitting it would come from the most recent piece.) I think for the most part they flowed well from one to the next, though the "i knead dough" is a little out of place.
5 comments:
i was wondering who it was..on one of them i found the tag mom...i take it you lost your mom some time back? its hard to lose a parent...i am sorry...
hugs.
Very sad piece, and I think it flows well in spite of your fears to the contrary. Nice idea to use lines from old poems to create something new!
I didn't think the "knead dough" bit was out of place. I like it actually. A well done, heartrending piece RMP.
I enjoy working with "erasure" poems such as you have done here. It turned out so well.
I think, no matter how old we are, we will continue to mourn the loss of our mothers. Really amazing the way you formed this poem, RMP. You have made the words your own & made the reader FEEL.
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