Infinitely being
Dreaming
The pain doesn't let me go
Time has ceased
To Be
I don't recognize anything
Darkened hues reflecting
My Blues
The world seems so rainbow less
Surrounded by sacred stones, in vain
My Pain
Can't move forward, collapsing
Inscribed within my mind
Our Time
When we lived, bathed in sunshine's hues
I touch your name on your chiseled stone
So Alone
Yet, I feel your presence
Our time has come, it's the end
Best Friend
But, you'll be forever living I know
Brother, one day beyond dreams
Eternally
We'll be together again
~
© Bobbie Sandlin
~
Dreaming
The pain doesn't let me go
Time has ceased
To Be
I don't recognize anything
Darkened hues reflecting
My Blues
The world seems so rainbow less
Surrounded by sacred stones, in vain
My Pain
Can't move forward, collapsing
Inscribed within my mind
Our Time
When we lived, bathed in sunshine's hues
I touch your name on your chiseled stone
So Alone
Yet, I feel your presence
Our time has come, it's the end
Best Friend
But, you'll be forever living I know
Brother, one day beyond dreams
Eternally
We'll be together again
~
© Bobbie Sandlin
~
For Writing Exercise: RW theme: Spooky, is one of those surprises. I was looking at the picture, and was just focused on their blurred faces. I didn't get "spooky" out of this, especially with the tones of the photo. I let out the first stanza, and the poem wrote itself from there.
Photo: Cemetery in Malvern by Doug Shaver
Photo: Cemetery in Malvern by Doug Shaver
15 comments:
liked this !! perfect take on the prompt :)
Thank you so much :)
Oh wow... I got goose bumps!
This is a great take on the prompt!
Hello Bobbie,
A good interpretation, simply and beautifully told.
"Time has ceased/ To be/ I don't recognize anything"
I was particularly captured by these lines. I was reminded of my grandmother, not log before she died looking around the living room she'd lived in for the past 40 years and saying, I don't recognize anything here.
It isn't spooky, yet it speaks for the photo beautifully. Nice take on the prompt.
Such honest and real grief...nice job!
This moved me to the brink of tears, it is so well written and evocative.
The 'lurching' feel of the piece really adds to the overall effect.
(I don't know a better term than lurching, sorry)
Thank you everyone. I'm glad you liked this, and where the prompt took my writing.
@ Paul: That's about how I felt. It was one of those, just writing it down moments, and after I was done and rereading it, that is exactly how those lines hit me...pain so intense, nothing feels recognizable.
@ Mark: Thank you. Simply thank you :) I'm glad this one spoke to you, and I'm sitting here beside myself.. That means a lot, and makes me want to keep writing.
this is so moving!
I love this line:
'I touch your name on your chiseled stone'--gave me goosebumps!
Lovely music, Bobbie - I especially enjoyed the rolling feel of:
Inscribed within my mind
Our Time
When we lived, bathed in sunshine's hues
Thank you for writing.
Dave
Grief spoken.
I find it so interesting that the prompt can take such differing turns in each writer's hands!
Claire HM
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