Another Time and Place

I sit in the silence of my room

And stare at the stucco walls,

From morning glare to the evening gloom

The coming despair appals,

For I know that it’s sneaking up on me

That memory of your face,

So cold and still in the evening chill

And pale, once you’d run your race.

You always gave me a joyful wave

And said you’d be there for me,

But what you gave from a shallow grave

Was only more misery.

You couldn’t reach out to hold my hand

As you did in the days before,

When once a kiss was the source of bliss

But of kissing, there was no more.

Your skin was an alabaster white

Once your blood had ceased to flow,

Where was the warmth when I held you tight

On those nights, so long ago?

And where the spark that shone at your eyes

From the recess of your soul?

It leaves the eyes when a lover dies

And the touch of the skin is cold.

But now you form on the stucco wall

And wave, like you waved to me,

Before you ran from the narrow hall

And out by the willow tree,

A car came leaping into the room

As it did, and it knocked you down,

It’s then I cradled you in my arms

Like a man who’s about to drown.

I see these visions, day after day

When I stare too long at the wall,

I cry and weep, and I get no sleep

When I dream of your funeral,

I reach right into the plaster where

I think I can touch your face,

But only can feel the stone cold wall

Of another time and place.

David Lewis Paget

Reviews

[A Soap Mess Stories]

A sad, tragic tale...good write...David....

[Coyote Poetry]

Great sadness in the poem my friend. After a funeral. All we have is memories to reflex upon. Old place bring back old wishes and need. The ending was very realistic. Thank you David for sharing the excellent poetry and tale.
Coyote

[Riley Justine]

The feelings of hopelessness and sadness really come out in this poem. It is extremely well written and flows really nicely. I enjoyed reading this :)

[Jane Winters Rogers]

A very inside view of the , sadness ,one feels,the hopeleness,
The remembered kissess and holding of hands, all the sadness
That a broken heart feels....almost tender how those little buried.memories
Stay with you always as your grief stays alive witching your beating heart.

[D Connolly]

So sad. I always love how your poems range from funny to spooky to downright sad, but the story is always there. Masterful poetry

[Robert Haigh]

Written with skill and good, poetic language. The heartache and mental anguish are palpable in this poem. Excellent write, David!

[Dark Empress]

Very wonderful read, I could definitely feel the emotions and feeling behind this poem

[Philip Muls]

Very powerful write David. Haunting thoughts and dreams of a funeral. Touching a cold wall instead of a warm face. Great imagery.

[Chilson, Joshua]

Very powerful and deep, the way it flows and your use of imagery paints everything you need to know. Solid write with strong emotion.

[Valentine]

David, this one gave me a bit of chills as it struck a nerve in my feelings. Skin so white, eyes no longer a spark, and all one gets from putting a loved one in the grave is painful thoughts. The thoughts do creep up on a person even when you do not want them to. I wish I would see his face the way it once was, not full of pain.