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More on Mum

7/18/2017

4 Comments

 
The poem below is another part of the grieving process for me I guess. I wrote it last month. I haven't been writing much in the way of poetry but it is always the most intimate of forms and so the one most of us write in, if we write at all and the form we often begin writing in. This also means its the form most open to 'abuse' in the sense that we might write any old thing.
Be that as it may, this is a poem about my old thing or 'old baggage' as I sometimes (affectionately) called her.

A Poem I Didn’t Write for Her
 
This is the first poem she will not see,
Can not ask
What it means to me,
Why I wrote it
How I felt
Who or what inspired
The words that knelt
Before the ocean,
Before the void
Before the voice-
lessness
Before the gods
 of nothingness.
Why the coat of blood
And rain
Hangs, and washes
The cheek
With pain.
Why she can not
Hear,
Why her breath
Is gone,
Why her ashes
Float
along
That stretch
of beach
That road
 of tears
Why she cannot reach
My hand so near.
 
I cannot sound,
And hear her fury.
I cannot speak
And hear her song.
 
The words are now
For anyone
And I don’t care
Who hears them.
 
This is the first poem she will not see,
I cannot say
What it means to me,
Or why I wrote it.
 


4 Comments
Shelly Wyndebank
7/18/2017 03:02:37 am

What a beautiful poem, such a powerful testament to the hopelessness of longing and the cold shadow of grief.... it made me weep for her loss and yours , thank you for sharing Tim x
(posted on Facebook)

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Caz Tricks
7/18/2017 03:24:16 am

She might not see it Tim but she'd love it. Keep on being the son she adored, the best pal she had and the artist she admired. Its ace.
(posted on Facebook)

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Sally Luff
7/19/2017 12:48:51 am

Beautiful poem Tim, very heartfelt and incredibly real- love to you x
(posted from Facebook)

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Romy Ball
7/19/2017 12:50:15 am

Beautiful - enjoyed reading this - I know you appreciate that something enjoyable can come from reading the words of your thoughts - you do express them so well. Tells more to me than us having the conversation - if you know what I mean. More powerful xxxxxx
(posted from Facebook)

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