Open Poetry #33 |
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Words To My Departed Love |
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klm Member
since 2004-09-07
Posts 58New Orleans, Atlanta |
[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 |
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ShiningWindHaze Member
since 2004-09-06
Posts 138California, United States |
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 |
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ice Member Elite
since 2003-05-17
Posts 3404Pennsylvania |
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![]()
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
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 |
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klm Member
since 2004-09-07
Posts 58New Orleans, Atlanta |
to you all, my most heartfelt gratitude. kenneth |
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since 1999-08-26
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