Hurdy Gurdy


Hush...

Can you hear
can you hear the Hurdy Gurdy play
the air is still
as the moment slips away
and icicles
falling from your eyes
play their tune for me
it's as if
you never died

But there is only mist
between me and your hand
i know you are there
it's just
you walk another land

And every tear i ever cried
lies deep within my heart
and all the pain i ever felt
an eternity
left to march

And all the pain i ever caused
haunts me
every single day
if only it was possible
any price - i would pay

Can you hear
can you hear the Hurdy Gurdy play
the air is still
as the moment slips away
and icicles
falling from your eyes
play their tune for me
it's as if
you never died.


© Rik - 15/03/2006



Poetry by Rik The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2006-03-15 at 03:27

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Marlene Tyrell
wow... you calm my hart and you let my soul rest.... your words are still magic

keep up the good work :)

(sorry, for my bad english...)
2006-03-16


lastromantichero The PoetBay support member heart!
your all round skill is evedent here well done rgds mike
2006-03-15


Mike
it is absolutely fantastic..good stuff Rik
2006-03-15



Rik, you're writing more beautifully for each day about loss, desolation, a beloved presence gone.
(And those icicles, those icicles!...)
2006-03-15


penfold18
Hauntingly sad yet beautiful,excellent Rik.
2006-03-15


Morpheus
Rik, you have me crying. That is the saddest poem I have read in a long time.

Knowing someone is gone, and 'realizing' that they will never be on the phone again, is indeed a sad, and almost overwhelming emotion.

Although I was not close to my father, a year after he died, I automatically picked up the phone to talk to him..and then realized he was really gone.

Thank you for sharing this. Joel
2006-03-15


Zoya Zaidi
DISTURBINGLY BEAUTIFUL!
or should I say:
Beautifully disturbing?

But disturbing it is!
And
Beautiful still!

The Hurdy-Gurdy
Gives it a desolate air,
Sets the melancholic tone for the poem,
Just like the melancholic moan of a
Hurdy-Gurdy!

((((((Hugs dear Rik for an excellent poem))))

Love, xxx, Zoya
2006-03-15