Ever since
Since
The low tide
Came up too high
And my hope was lost in theirs
Though loads survived
from that well.
Ever since
Since
I was told
there was no way back to hold
the hope of giving birth again
Ever since
When
watching a toy
bringing memories of mess and joy
I could not avoid.
Ever since
Since
You told me your last love words
And I was left at awe...
Yet, I feel
I feel yet I feel
Nothing much prevents me
From...
getting odd.
getting odd.
Image 'Untitled' by Vanessa Ho
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28 comments:
A beautiful strain of melancholy shines through the repetition and sentiment of loss—for aspects of life, as well as the lament of time's passage.
Oh dear one, the repetition and rhythm of this poem draw me deep into your words, your ocean of feelings...and into my own as well. Beautiful!
dustus is right using the word melancholy...a very sad reflective piece...loved this
Ever Since, holds so well a story of memories, of lives I find myself imagining, if not relating too. Like this a lot.
A nice reflective piece my dear - pulls the reader to a point of his or her own ever since...
always excellence in your words
love from the Moon
Could really relate to this poem, the last line struck me as odd though should the last word be odd or old? Really felt your melancholic words Dulce, thanks for sharing
I love this not so much from the ever since...but from the last stanza...now all of melancholy leads us to a place called "odd" in the eyes of those around us....that is the brillance of this piece...very nice..bkm
smiles. beautiful write dulce...the loss resonates on a couple levels...lost love...lost ability to have kids...it dont make you odd though, just normal..
This seems to capture the end of aging as I read it. Love how you leave this to the interpretation of each individual.
Sweet melancholy. Beautifully done.
melancholia and love dance the sweetest dances. steven
I agree with repressedsoul that I thought the final word would have been old instead of odd, it seemed about the ravages of time.
I like the repetitions, I heard them being read with sad sighing pauses in between. very good...
Love the recursive verse. Beautiful!
I feel the sadness in your words. Beautiful.
Ever since I've been reading you, Dulce...I realize how writing is a growth process. Since I am discussing this right now on YOUR blog, it appears that you keep getting better and better (with age--grin!) like fine wine...since practice makes preftekt.
And isn't life itself a bit odd? Or is that 'old'! Love and PEACE to you!
This hits hard...Memories should never be let go of...They bring us sadness...but we should also focus on the happy memories....This made me want to cry...
Odd? Surely you meant old. I guess you couldn't see the keyboard through the tears.
you write of loss, yet somehow i sense a thread of hope, still...
Hi Dulce, my heart goes out to the writer of this.
I'm odd too. May we stay this way, eh? :)
And guess what?? It is time for me to make one of my cute little sidebar "Friend" link buttons and post it for YOU and you alone. Look for it in the next 1 to 3 days!
Peace and love to you.
xo
This verse of yours is like a trip wire to a landmine. So fine, so delicate, so simple- yet packing the solid punch of profound loss.
I feel it. The empty, hollow, vacant feeling does leave one feeling... odd. As in, odd one out. Kind of like folding little onesies for someone else's brand new baby... and remembering.
I guess I'm odd, too, then.
nice poem
ah that OLD word 'odd'... so little so big the difference... just for the sake of a poet's choice...
Thanks my friends for your so sweeet comments, and please forgive me when I cannot get to you.
Exhaution and 'oddness' overcome me!
:-)
Hugs
Dulce
it feels like music in my soul.
You definitely have a way with words.
I am in AWE, yet again!
I hear great loss in your words Dulce....and I can feel it as I read your beautiful poem.
This to me seems a reflection on life, but concentrating more on the negative and even sad memories.
I'm sure that we all dwell on the past at times in our lives.
I really enjoyed this poem, thank you :)
This felt so sad to me. Plaintive yet beautiful laments.
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