She Died Recently......
He weeps inwardly
behind sad eyes
His voice falters
as memories are recalled
He is broken
lost and unseeing
A veil of tears separates them
she has been taken away
Alone he stumbles
sleepless nights of dread
He is fearful
unused to loneliness
All sense of direction
has gone from sight
He mourns like
others have mourned
His own mortality
is but a breath
Keith,
I agree with Don, it is a beautiful poem. It makes me think of my mom's passing and how my dad is coping.
And yes, we do tend to write about our experiences, whether true to life or observed.
It is sometimes a healing process as was just discussed with Vautaw's Interpretive Dance. Sometimes just for fun or to vent or to tell a story. One can never assume, only ponder.
Thanks Keith, this is a real gem.
Lisa
This is just a general observation and I am not seeking to know who Keith is writing about.
A poet writes about experiences. They can be referring to themselves, someone else or a collective group. One doesn't know unless the writer specifies they are writing about themselves. It is their right to say or not to say.
I recently assumed a writer was sending out a cry for help and sympathy, which I gave. They explained, no, they were fine but just raising awareness of a problem.
So, what am I trying to say? You can't assume the poem is about the writer unless they say so. And it is their right to decide.
So whoever it is about Keith, it is a good poem. It's more than good but I can't think of the right word.....
Nice one. take care
Sad and beautiful poem Keith. "A veil of tears separates them", love that line. Thank you for sharing. ❤
Philipos
Thu 12th Sep 2019 19:08
Sorry to read about your loss and ensuing contusion of thoughts. Commiserations of course and may the blessings of angels assuage your pain. ?
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keith jeffries
Fri 13th Sep 2019 09:33
Thank you to all who have so knidly commented on this poem. Don is right in what he has to say. This poem is not about my personal grief although it could have been. In fact it refers to my next door neighbour whose wife of 54 years died very recently and whose funeral is this afternoon. I have been in daily contact with him as he is struggling with loss and grief. Fortunately he has children and grandchildren who are very supportive. His wife was a remarkable lady with a finely tuned intellect and an example to her family and all who came into contact with her.
Thank you again
Keith