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klm
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since 2004-09-07

Posts 58
New Orleans, Atlanta

0 posted 2004-09-12 06:35 PM

[Background: A few years ago my wife was forever taken from this world. Not long thereafter, I journeyed to her granite monument and sat for hours on the bronze setee I had placed there; it was from her rose garden in New Orleans. Wrapped in the fresh tints of the morning, and in the solitude provided by heart high mist, my thoughts, here retrieved, retreated to the quiet pools of my mind--whose bubbles seem to sparkle most, though last, when burst by rock or reed within the wounded soul. I left these verses on the marble shroud over her heart--the pages held from wind's lifts by the crystal vase filled with her favorite roses.]


"...my darling,
my sweet departed love,
how I yearn for us.
I'm sitting on our bench
beneath the tree I've come to love so much--
the one whose leaves dance with joy
in the morning breezes,
and showers its sparkling dews
to wake the baby birds
with Heaven's gentle bath.

"My sleeping wife,
O, that this tomb would break apart,
and bones and dust would flesh anew,
and you my sweet,
would rise with rose in hand
and shake your hair so golden bright
it seems to scatter the waking sun.

"My cherished one,
will my heart so shriveled dry
ever renew to greenness bright,
or must its roots forever drink
from my baneful, salty tears?
I glance at others,
and for a joyful moment am seeing you,
then slump in sadness deep
from lies my eyes dared whisper to my soul.
Everyday I sail further toward my final sunset--
the leaves in my heart
are tinting to October's orange
as frost with icy hands
doth wing them
for Death's gentle float.
While you...
...with beauty cast by youthful slumber,
must catch the eyes of newer angels
peering
around the archs
of Heaven's golden pillars.
I have tried to love others as you begged me to,
but my love for you
is so deeper than this grave.

"My dearest,
better my Muse had slept
than visit my pain with these thoughts,
and nurse these thoughts with tears,
then color my sobs with grief
whose inky flows spill onto this page of verse.
As your body rest here my love,
and you lay you brow
upon the breast of Mother Earth,
do you remember the day
we sunned at the ocean's edge?
And how you wept when I asked
what if it were possible to hear
within the tiding curls,
might not they sound the cries of ancient sand and stones;
and we viewed the foaming fringe
that clings to crusty shores
as wipes with salty tears
spilled by once new born hills?
Remember why I said
that my truest friends
are uncorked bottles at waters' rims,
and driftwoods felled by fates unknown
and gnarled to twists
by Neptune's liquid hands?
And how strange it seemed
that tears would bud when thorn is touched,
but seas weep not
when sliced by woods with airy sails?
And how we marveled,
'as dusk was dipt in gray',
upon the ocean's distant crests,
and yet the Crescent's glow with lesser strength,
could by her might with silvery chains
pull the surging tides to deeper sands?

"O, my love,
how I miss you so,
how I miss us!
Must my relief for lesser pains
always be the memory
of greater sobs and fuller tears,
when final sigh did leave your shivering lips?

"Goodbye for now my dear,
for my soul must bear about
its living corpse awhile.
I'll take my fingers
from my Medusa locks,
and place these blotted verses
across your heart that held such love.
And I pray these tears that ribbon
my sorrowed cheeks
will glisten the same as springs by which you rest,
and remind you ever
that I'll be there soon,
to read you rhymes and brush your hair
and clutch your hand on cobbled stairs."

"I Love You."

Kenneth

ShiningWindHaze
Member

since 2004-09-06

Posts 138
California, United States

1 posted 2004-09-12 06:50 PM

I can't even imagine the pain you must feel. All I can say is that I hope that you find peace. I don't really know what to say. This moved me so much my eyes are watery. When you write to your soul's content and your words can't bring her back no matter how hard you express your love...I felt it..You were trying your hardest to bring her back to you ...I wish she would've come back for you, but that'd be a miracle no human can make happen. Much love to you and you've inspired me a great deal.

- Haze

ice
Member Elite

since 2003-05-17

Posts 3404
Pennsylvania

2 posted 2004-09-12 06:55 PM

Kim
A sensitive, heart touching poem....I can tell by the words how much you miss this person, very well arranged and beautiful, if that is the right word...perhaps lovely or loveingly written is a better term...anyway, even though it is sad, it is good......is that a conflict of terms, a paradox perhaps? I am glad I read this, and wish you well...
Peace and love...
---------ice
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Midnitesun

Member Empyrean

since 2001-05-18

Posts 28647
Gaia

3 posted 2004-09-12 09:56 PM

This is so beautifully written. The ache of your loss bleeds through every line of this, and reveals the depth of your love for your lost companion, your heartbeat, your wife. May you find some comfort in the memories.
Peaceful thoughts to you.

*

May ripples of LOVE
become waves of PEACE

klm
Member

since 2004-09-07

Posts 58
New Orleans, Atlanta

4 posted 2004-09-12 10:23 PM

to you all, my most heartfelt gratitude.

kenneth

passing shadows
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since 1999-08-26

Posts 45577
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5 posted 2004-09-13 12:59 PM

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