“In the name of Death do we learn the true name of Love.”
- Robert Penn Warren, “Grackles, Goodbye”



Another Year

She took in her last breath
And never gave it back, as though
To keep it could have kept her
There where I held her hand
And felt her let go.

Not then, but now, and I feel . . . what?
Language deceives with definitions;
The lie of naming something 'loss'
When it is yet always with me.
In truth, and still, it is love.





Poetry by countryfog
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Written on 2011-02-13 at 19:00

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
As was the case with Nancy's poem describing how one never forgets one's first love, I grope in the dark with yours, Fog. I like the poem. I've not felt the emotion.
2011-02-19


Nancy Sikora
You're right about how words, by defining, mislead by simplifying and narrowing, obscuring complexity. This concept itself is difficult to put into words (because words are limited) and I fear I haven't done nearly as good a job as you.

You never completely lose anyone or anything, what you really lose is the "tip of the iceberg." The iceberg itself remains.
2011-02-18


justaguy
Beautiful
2011-02-14


Nils Teodor The PoetBay support member heart!
Beautiful words that
touch my heart
2011-02-13


Rob Graber
Original and moving!
2011-02-13