I wrote this a few months ago, wondered how it would go here, I guess I could say it was about grief without interferring with the readers impression too much.


A tatste for anonymity

I gather them, these ghosts
Pull them tighter to me if I can
These companions half faded by grief
Spectres in the half light
Have I become a half heart thief?

Choosing gravestone silence
over lantern'd revelry
A brooding sky
A blustering wind
A wild and unabating storm
These elements that shoo less passion driven souls
To hearths of calm and comfort

I would lay myself upon this rock at dead of night
and breathe the double rhythm of the ocean tide
and go unnoticed in the morning
seaweed pods entangling my hair
a perfect umber match
wrapped around my flesh
tide swept limp and careless in the water
not miserable, just surrendering

No-one ever knew these things my pen dislodged
From anguished circumstance
My books were quiet
Pages wet with loss but private
No one ever knew
Behind a mild smile, peaceful
Was a hole
The voice came from a distance
Just behind me.
No one noticed
Did not find me
Sometimes it echoed through me
With a trace of who I'd been
But overall, unknown, unseen



Poetry by cloudsinging
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Written on 2009-08-19 at 04:19

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A very good poem that does describe some of our experiences whilst we ride the roller coaster of grief...we have to do what we have to do to get through the journey...however long it takes.

I could totally relate to it's imagery, especially the oceanonic!

Well worth posting here, thanks

Smiling, knowing that their faces may fade, but only in my conscious world. In my dreams, every possible detail is there, never to fade, as is the love.

Tai
2009-08-19


Purple Phoenix
The first stanza really held it for me, the fear we will forget peoples faces as time fades our memories, making one feel fickle. Grief is a very personal thing, thank you for sharing this well expressed piece here.
2009-08-19