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Kalandria
Junior Member

since 2006-05-23

Posts 44
Yorkshire, England

0 posted 2009-10-19 03:46 PM

She came to say goodbye.
To bid farewell to herself.
Her old self, her tarnished self,
Her once upon a time self.
Cleaning out her thoughtful debris,
Packing up the traits
she used to wear.
And stripping down the walls
to naked stone.

She locked away the bramble
thorned memories, the unshed
tears in boxes.
Simply tied with packing string.
Wrote in careful script upon each one
the words,'For who I was'.
Leaving them there
In the care of ghosts.
A skin shed life.

Returning to her ordinary hopes,
She waited for the colour
of her changes, to paint her days.
Watched the hands of the clock,
Marking each, expectant moment.

In the kettle the water boils,
Whistles for the attention
that will never come.
And in the armchair, she closes her eyes
To the waiting.
She has come to say goodbye.

AncientHippie
Member

since 2009-10-15

Posts 411
Surfing the Cosmic Flow

1 posted 2009-10-20 11:36 AM

Kalandria, you have painted a rather sad, yet hopeful wordcanvas here. I love the phrase "waited for the colour
of her changes" and then, "she closes her eyes to the waiting." Strong and poignant piece, and a sensitive picture of a person moving on with her life. Perhaps she will find that, rather than saying goodbye, she will be saying a strong and confident "Hello."

Sutra 5: Public self-criticism does not brighten one’s Spark of Brahman: it merely feeds one’s narcissism.
Jim's Guide to Enlightenment: The Comple

nourzihane
Member

since 2008-07-10

Posts 254
Algeria

2 posted 2009-10-20 12:51 PM

Dear friend

Nice words from nice calandria

we hope more

thank you

martiniat8
Senior Member

since 2003-06-21

Posts 897
Prague, Bohemia, Czech Republic

3 posted 2009-10-20 02:03 PM

Hippie, I couldn't agree with you more! Those 2 lines you pointed out are my favorites too. Poets are often clairvoyant and prophets, not to just themselves but to those that read and listen.

Kalandria, this is a magical piece, thanks for sharing, you told me a lot about someone very close to me, and a wonderful insight about life through your eyes.

Hippie, I've been meaning to tell you, I love your signatures, and comments I look forward to learning something new everyday from you.

Take care guys,
B

suthern

Member Seraphic

since 1999-07-29

Posts 20723
Louisiana

4 posted 2009-10-20 02:51 PM

Wrote in careful script upon each one
the words,'For who I was'.
Leaving them there
In the care of ghosts.

The whole poem is wonderful... excellent write!

Susan Caldwell
Member Rara Avis

since 2002-12-27

Posts 8348
Florida

5 posted 2009-10-21 11:14 AM

"Returning to her ordinary hopes,
She waited for the colour
of her changes, to paint her days.
Watched the hands of the clock,
Marking each, expectant moment."

My favorite verse...

you know some things we can't shed? It's all about how we wear them.

"too bad ignorance isn't painful"
~Unknown~

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