Cobwebs fill every corner of his room,
Covering stories that were full of bloom.
A pair of black loafers, left behind,
Amid meanings time has failed to find.
Thick gray dust covered its past,
His mind became a silent blast.
Time is increasingly leaving its sediment,
Marking the weight of what time once meant.
Whether in the space of memories or now,
He stays in my heart, and that’s all I know.
Lovely.
Dear Rolph,
Reading your comment truly warmed my heart—thank you. To be honest, it was your poem "Farewell to the Presence" that stayed with me long after I first read it. The imagery you used struck something deep within me. After that, I felt an urge to try writing a piece with strong imagery too, and I realized that memories might be the most honest place to begin.
Thank you for the inspiration, and for seeing something tender in my words.
Warmly,
Yanma
Sun 25th May 2025 12:21
Yanma,
Your poem is gentle and mournful in the most tender way. I felt the quiet power in your imagery—the black loafers, the dust, the weight of time settling like sediment. You’ve captured how memory can become both a presence and an absence, especially when someone we’ve lost still lives so vividly within us. The final line struck me hardest: simple, truthful, and deeply human. Thank you for this delicate reflection on remembrance and love that endures beyond understanding.
Regards,
Rolph
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Yanma Hidayah
Tue 27th May 2025 11:12
Thank you, Uilleam