Science is for those who learn; poetry, for those who know. — Joseph Roux, Meditations of a Parish Priest
To be a poet is a condition, not a profession. — Robert Frost
Everything one invents is true, you may be perfectly sure of that. Poetry is as precise as geometry. — Gustave Flaubert

Saturday, July 25, 2009

~ Brothers ~

Infinitely being
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
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


Anonymous said...

liked this !! perfect take on the prompt :)

Bobbie Sandlin said...
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Bobbie said...

Thank you so much :)

Char said...

Oh wow... I got goose bumps!

Nathan said...

This is a great take on the prompt!

Derrick said...

Hello Bobbie,

A good interpretation, simply and beautifully told.

Paul Oakley said...

"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.

Deb said...

It isn't spooky, yet it speaks for the photo beautifully. Nice take on the prompt.

Erin Davis said...

Such honest and real grief...nice job!

Mark said...

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)

Bobbie said...

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.

angie said...

this is so moving!

I love this line:
'I touch your name on your chiseled stone'--gave me goosebumps! said...

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.


Irene Toh said...

Grief spoken.

Anonymous said...

I find it so interesting that the prompt can take such differing turns in each writer's hands!

Claire HM

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