Slips and ties,
Dreams and lies,
Sediment settling
To the bottom
Never to rise.
I hear him
Calling across the
Way, nothing more
Than a whisper.
He calls.
He calls and
I follow, not
Out of curiosity
But out of
Wonder.
Wondering if it
Is really him
Calling beyond the
Way or just
My imagination, again.
The whisper ceased
To be a whisper,
Now I hear
Him ever so
Clearly.
He is at
My left ear,
Then my right,
He kisses my
Temple, then wishes
Me goodnight.
For the briefest
Moment he was
Real to me
And then he
Ceased to be.
The tears have
Vowed not to
Fall for him
But a lone
Tear rebels.
Then two, then
Three and soon
The kingdom of
My tear ducts
Stood bare.
He whispers once
More from across
The way, "Always
I am with
You, today, tomorrow
And beyond.
I whisper back,
"I know."
Slips and ties,
Dreams and lies,
Sediment settling
To the bottom
Never to rise.
Submitted to imaginary garden with real toads and dVerse Poets
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13 comments:
I read this three times and it gives me chills. Fine, fine poem.
Such a moving poem, so beautiful. The pain, the "Always I am with you,", the "I know." Love how the poem circles back to its beginning, as well. Great work.
This feels like a dream of one who has passed, or one of those moments of being in a very "thin place," close to the otherworld.
How beautifully spun, this tale of the one left behind. Kimolisa, thanks so much for helping me clean out my tear ducts this day! Peace, Amy
Loss is so painful..you have written of it with such beauty and feeling.
some ties linger even beyond death...and the heart remains haunted by the shadows.
there's such power in the start and end
It is powerful and yet so very tender.
just a thin veil, really, is death. This is very moving.
lovely rhythm.
painful in the parting...knowing it is all just a dream or vision and can never be again....
Beautifully written, it tugs my heart ~
The refraining verses worked so well ~
There are moments in this that touch on the supernatural and even biblical and at the same time there is a sense of deep longing. Nicely done.
Thanks everyone for the positive feedback, this is one of the poems that grew from the first line and evolved into what you read.
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