swollen seas bite my wrists
upbraided winds haul in the room
black birds are eating from my soul
hands peel laces from my skin
i empty drawers looking for that day
what day?
there are no days
for days are nights
you know,
since you have left
my body’s buried under an old oak
there are no pictures on the walls
i lost the bedroom’s key
the bracelet from the silver market
is all is left
of me
@short-prose-fiction
image: Pandur/Shutterstock
Wow! Great poem.
Aw… thank you so much, my dear!
My pleasure 😇
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What bereavement. You picture pain like an ornament
Thank you so much, my friend. I really appreciate your comment!
Is it Monday ? 🙂 🙂 🙂
Have a lovely week!
It is. I am in NJ US. you too have a great week
🙂 🙂 🙂
You went to the dark side on this poem, but I enjoyed it.
Thank you for your comment. I am glad you enjoyed the poem. I thought I may change sides for a while 🙂
G, what an amazing poem. I feel awkward saying that a poem of bereavement/loss could be so beautiful, but it is. Your finale….touching, heartbreaking, and tragic. I certainly hope this came from your creative mind and not from actual life experience.
Again, hope you are feeling better. May the sun shine brightly and the stars align, just for you.
Thank you so much, Drew! I am thrilled you enjoyed the poem. It makes me very happy.
And good morning! I hope your coffee is still warm 🙂
I can’t distinguish between my creative mind and life experiences. Too early in the morning 🙂
Other than that I am perfectly fine 🙂 I just need coffee. I mean I desperately need coffee!!!!
“creative mind and life experiences.”
That sort of goes back to your poem from yesterday about dreams and different realities. (See I am paying attention!)
And me with three months worth of Bustelo here. Go brew some coffee or will it be a Starbucks run?
Yes, I was going to mention that. Your last three posts are early early morning. Someone is not getting their daily minimum requirement of beauty sleep. LOL
Have a glorious day
Thank you for paying attention 🙂
I have coffee but there is nobody to make it. I am going to run to Starbucks. First, I got to find my running shoes 🙂 LOL
Yes, I need some sleep. Badly.
As you can see, I pay very close attention.
Coffee or sleep. Please enjoy whichever one you chose. Life was meant to be cherished.
Just promise me to stay inspired.
I do promise. Thank you for paying attention.
May you have a lovely day, Drew!
Thanks
Wonderful!
Thank you so much, Jeff 🙂
This is amazing and profoundly beautiful! You’re one of my inspirations here, you know. ❤️️
Aw… I am humbled by your words, my dear Winnie! Thank you from the bottom of my heart!
You’re welcome, dear!
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Another great poem. 🙂
Ash, you are so good to me. Thank you so much. I really appreciate your support.
On anther note, when I wrote it I was listening to the Canadian anthem. It was a Saturday night. Hockey night in Canada 🙂
Have a lovely day!
Lol, really. That’s awesome. You too!! 😆
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Even in what seems like darkness I see light in this work. Good job 👍
Thank you for your kind words and for finding the light!
Excellent poem!
Thank you so much, Luisa! Your appreciation means a lot to me!
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Excellent depiction of lost love!
Thank you so much, dear 🌺🌸💐
Always a pleasure G. 😊💕
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So beautifully poignant. Ah ! I miss reading you. You are exquisite with your pen. Yummy delicious verse.
I am so glad you enjoyed it! Thank you so much for your delightful words, Y 🙏💕🌺💐
👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻🤗 you are a blessing to the world of writing.
And you are creating it 🌷🌸💕
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Love this!
You are so kind. You made my day!
No you did, you are indeed a great poet and your work is amazing <3
I am humbled by your words. Thank you so much!