Inspired by Reena’s Exploration Challenge #190 – Insanity
&
Eugi’s Weekly Prompt – Unforgotten
no one told me
the days of mourning
linger for years
those unforgotten bring us
more bitter than sweet memories
unexpectedly and forcefully
it rises up within us
tears well and overflow incessantly
this insanity of grief, tortuous
when you love hard
you hurt more
death really kills two people
I want to thank Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing for steering me towards this artist!
the phoenix rising
is a heart sliced in two
love is
this never ending cycle
How many of us have gone through this feeling of lost connections? Too many, I fear. When I first read this piece, it reminded me of a favorite song of mine – Lost on You by LP. It’s the same message – loss of a connection. Weronika echoed that song but compressed the sentiments into this exquisite short piece. Bravo!
In that moment
I felt that
there is a piece
a piece of me
which I’ve missed
which cannot be found.
By me
by you
by anybody.
A piece that was lost
many years ago
amid desert’s sands
of our relationship.
© W. Donovan
with shame i hide
within the norms of society
disguising, even to myself,
my true desires
our friendship turning romantic
confuses me further
your charisma enchanting me
your song lifting my spirits
what a mind
smart, decisive and creative
your care and concern
envelops me decisively
the air around you
light
smoothing these edges of mine
adjusting my rough attitude
my mother loves you
as do i
but can this love sustain
with this private dilemma
i think i desire men
This is in response to Val’s request for poetry for National Poetry Month Scavenger Hunt aka NPM 21. The piece above is about a lost love.
Inspired by Sadje’s What do you see #76 & VJ’s Weekly Challenge – Nesting
every bit of you
held bright sunshine
layered within your being was goodness
your presence, a sanctuary
every thought, every utterance
nesting inside of a grander one
your skin barely containing
the magnanimity of your being
your touch soothed us
your embraces signaled healing
and our lives were made richer
having known you
Haven’t we all been here at one point in time?
I read somewhere
That you were no longer mine
.
.
That you finally opened up your heart
And honestly, It was about time
.
.
I read somewhere
That you no longer belonged to me
.
.
That our memories
Are no longer cherished
It’s not my heart that holds your key
.
.
I never expected you to wait forever
To hide away
And pine for my love
.
.
But I read somewhere
That you are finally happy and moved on
.
.
My heart paused a little
It broke for a moment
As I remembered what we lost
.
.
But I always knew that our love
Was gone
When I walked away
I knew the cost
Loss, whether death or the end of a great love affair, can haunt us for eternity. And muddy our existence until we heal. This is one of those pieces that just gets you right in the heart. Thanks, Nancy.
You left for some time
ages ago
long enough to haunt,
long enough for everything
loud and living
to sink into itself,
a cavity beneath waves…
but I’m OK now—
day drinking with Nemesis
laboring rust and dirt,
I lie with your bones
and start fires at night.
© Nancy Botta, 2020
on overcast days
echoing my sorrow
a return to the place
where we found sanctuary
would that speaking in whispers
be heard by you, my love
in hopes of solace
that perhaps it would ease my despair
in this vast emptiness without you
for you departed much too soon
life without your presence, lonely
emptiness now my constant companion
would that you returned here
discovering the utterances of my soul
clinging to the branches
waiting to be spoken to your heart
it was coming
i knew it with certainty
and distractions from the truth
failed me
when the phone call came
i braced myself in steely opposition
hardening my body against the cruel words
i was about to hear
she’s dead
only screams of sorrow
and heavy sobs of tears escaped me
i was now in a world
which felt empty and hollow
her eagerness to listen
her kind and gentle ways gone
the smiles and caring on her face
would happen no more
i pushed the receiver from my ear
as if to push away the truth
but knowing that mourning had begun
a new reality, one hard to face
feeling empty without her presence
i was born into a lonely place
her voice and body only in memories now
i miss her grace, her love and her acceptance
time took forever to heal the loss i felt
the place in my heart where she took up residence
darkened, and shriveled up
the air thicker as i inhaled only tears
the light she shone came to an end
but the warmth she gave continues
i always try to celebrate the day she was born
but the day she left, i mourn
#Whatdoyousee
Image Credit – Angéle Kamp @ Unsplash
I thank VJ and Sadje for inspiring thoughts of my special friendship. Guess I needed a good cry today. I dedicate this piece to Bana – a wonderful human being and such a catalyst for good – she will always be remembered with a smile and a tear.
Caged,
Confined,
Like a bird..
Helplessly bound,
Within the confines of my hurting past.
Nothing saves me from this tormenting pain,
On bed of nails,
I suffer..
I ache..
Lone!
