Sunday, 27 April 2014

Strayed

Courtesy - The Mag


The carefully stacked books
and all the disarray leftover,
Her clothes; still smelling almonds,
The room - sour and bitter!

A vivid screen shows smiles,
Life - hidden unredeemed
inside my memorial chasms,
Where her body is laid to rest.

Loss - dire and complete,
Eats my perpetual joys,
Mutilates my clarity of thoughts,
And leaves me alone every time.

18 comments:

  1. Pretty much describes my mood right now. Beautifully written!

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  2. How right you are - the picture does shout' absence'...

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  3. Very beautiful...
    Picturesque!

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  4. Your poem is thought-provoking and deep ...

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  5. I felt the loss. Nicely penned.

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  6. This perception of the photo makes me sad for the poor dog, who is mourning her absence. So well done.

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  7. There is that feeling of absence in the photo and waiting....a powerful interpretation of the image.

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  8. You are so perceptive. It certainly does look lonely there.

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  9. An excellent from me too.
    Anna :o]

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  10. inside my memorial chasms,
    Where her body is laid to rest.
    Powerful lines and she is being missed and remembered.

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  11. Sad and rather beautiful.

    =)

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  12. Beautiful and poignant take...

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