She sets the table
Lights two candles
And a third
For him
Cries a little
Her inner tears
Are a cascade
Constantly weeping
Deep in a forever
Broken soul
Looks at his photo
And thinks
Not too much awareness please
This absence
His laughter
His absence
Again she realizes
And then cannot
Of them take hold
Any more
Plays his music
Looks around
Dancing tears
Knowing
He’s surely observing
Does he like this?
Moving and crying
In a helpless attempt
To heal a forever
Broken soul…
Ten minutes later
Sad dinner is served
© Dulce.............................................................................................................I
28 comments:
Deeply intense, my dear friend, Dulce! ...Deeply intense!
I know this feeling, but you already knew that because we live parallel lives, I think! ;0 or very similar to say the least...
sweet hugs~
Calli
Sad.
Thanksgiving MeMe
very touching to the soul,reading this makes me feel sad, missing that special person so bad that the dancing tears ( love btw ) are clouding our eyes, one cannot see two feet down the road.
such loneliness, sadness, its quite heartbreaking...
Awww, this pierced my heart deeply, Dulce! I went thru moments like this long ago when I lost my true love. By a miracle he was returned to me. hugs*
Oh very eloquently stated dear Dulce. I lost my first husband and felt this for years...the absence of his life ever present in mine.
Beautifully written and stated!
g
I feel the aloneness you describe.
Secretia
Oh, Sweeter Dulce, I see tears everywhere, because I am looking through them.
I would SO have enjoyed "talking" with your brother, such a fine musician. And only a year has passed. You have every right to grieve so--and it is wonderful that you can share like this, show your beautiful soul to the world, as you so often do here.
If you are reading this at work, know that you are SO loved by all, and certainly by ME, too!
And yes, your brother IS watching, another certainty!
The photo: purrrrrfect!
amor y paz
Besos!
There's always a tinge of melancholy in your writings that i can fall right in to say, "Hey, i know that feeling!"
You're always such a sweet one, my dear. Thank you for such warm thoughts always. smooches for you,
~Silver
Sad Yes, but prettily enchanting and lovely as always.
I am delighted to let you know Dulce, that my poetry Anthology was published this week and is now for sale on:
http://www.susiehemingway.com/books/
Proceeds to Multiple Myeloma. Wonderful for Christmas gifts.
it stirs the very soul. beautiful.
I can feel your loneliness and grief in this poem,I had to come back and re-read this, love each memory, each sound, smell, thought, set a place at the dinner table, even if sad, raise your glass , smile , speak to him, talk with him, feel his spirit, he is there, HUGS
honest emotions -- you express them really well! love this...
smiles,
oh that is sad...
much love
What a sad dinner it is. Very intense my friend :)
A sobering post Dulce...
Dulce-this one needs a blanket to ward off the chill. Beautifully sad. ~rick
So absolutely sad... There's nothing that breaks like that... Except death. Love you.
Sad and poignant!
I love writing , creating my little poems. This is one of the best things I've lived in the last few months ever since i created this blog...
But your friendship and support, my friends, overcomes it all.
THANK YOU so much for these so beautiful and full of love comments.
This one pierces the heart. I've been there, my friend, so I know the pain of hopeless love. Dancing tears, indeed.
Abrazos.
:(
Who has not had this kind of dinner.??
Your poems are very sad these days ..and very deep
A kiss to your girl:)
Thank YOU, Dulce...and YOU, are loved.
Through your poems I am learning more of your life. To lose a brother is a very sad thing indeed particularly if you were close.
so melancholy....
Beautiful. You capture the feeling of loneliness. When a mate as been called home and one has to eat alone. I feel the sadness.
As you requested my eyes are slaves to your poetry once more.
How I wish that could be true for my ears. I think I could think of nothing better than to here you recite your poetry.
Such a lonely expession of sadness, of longing... of missing. I'm sorry for your loss, Dulce. Warm hugs, dear friend.
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