When

  

 

When

My mother died

The moon bled

Red red moon

Blood red

The moon bled again

Red again

And my father died

So my life with destiny

And the almanac

 Until October

 Red October

Reviews

[CD Campbell]

I lost my father a few years back, I'm saying that so any flippancy can be cast aside. But death is awful strange when you take a step back from it. Your well written poem reminds me of the superstition of threes and so far that one hasn't disappointed. I've lost everyone on my father's side and that's the way it went. It's like they got together and said "Ok, I'm going. Who's coming with me?" So if that almanac you have is still somewhat conclusive, I would like a copy of it.

[Delmar Cooper]

Thanks for reading. This poem was true, but please don’t hold that against me: I am fiercely proud of my reputation as a liar. Ah, the almanac, I love that book. It has pride of place in my house, my daughter always knows what to buy for me, and I love the hokeyness of the thing. Where else can you find an ad for a mojo hand? I admit to a modest faith in the planting signs, and hold it as an article of faith that a fence post set in the wrong phase of the moon will always be loose. Thor Heyerdahl’s first attempt to float the Kon Tiki failed and succeeded after he consulted a local shaman about cutting his logs under the “proper” moon. So now it is revealed; I am superstitious.

[CD Campbell]

I knew it. Had me fooled for a while though.

[rew]

When my mother died I couldn't understand how all the people I passed, all the strangers, in what was left of my life didn't know she had died - how could they not know...

[Delmar Cooper]

Thank you for sharing that echoed grief with me.

[Papaya]

this one lets the emotions and the imagination really run, glad I reached back for it

[Delmar Cooper]

thanks for reading Ana

[Neville]

A simple, or is it!!
A poignant little gem of a write, dark ruby or spessarite red....Got me thinking over and over.. That's what these simple or is it ones do. Well they do to me, anyway.........Cheers

[Richard🖌]

For both parents to pass-away on a full moon's full eclipse would be uncannily coincidental, if not downright eery.

Delmar,
One seldom knows when a poem (without its author's comments) is fact of fiction … but, either way, this one is fraught with imagery that tugs the reader's emotions, as we all know what a healing haven poetry can be to a grieving heart.

Thank you for sharing this amazing work, composed in only nineteen different words! ⁓ Richard : )

[Delmar Cooper]

I prefer to create reality, as far as I am able, through creating verisimilitude through fiction. Now as it happened both my parents died, years apart, at the time of lunar eclipses. I wrote this as a subsequent eclipse neared. Reason dictates against superstition, but you never know.

[Richard🖌]

That is, indeed, miraculously coincidental.
Thanks for clearing that up, My Friend! : )

[Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere]

It's so difficult to put emotions and feelings in a very short poem. But you have succeeded so well. It takes my breath away.

[Delmar Cooper]

Thanks for reading. Your comments are always noticed and appreciated.

[Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere]

My pleasure, Delmar.

[Noor.92]

Small but full of emotions.. Very nice...

[Delmar Cooper]

Oh, the poem! Yes, of course, thank you.

[Martezza]

This is just overflowing with raw emotions! Thanks for sharing this.

[Delmar Cooper]

Thank you for reading and commenting. It is now November nthe red eclipse is well past.

[h d e rushin]

what a refuge for sadness, poetry is. a place to run to. A better place to share. Red was worded
five times, moon three times, and the penetrative bled twice. interesting how this math
created both the emphasis and the conclusion.

nicely done Delmar.....dana

[Delmar Cooper]

thanks for reading and your cogent comments

[m.s.early]

This epitomizes the thoughts that echo themselves in our heads during such sorrow until we are driven mad with grief

[Delmar Cooper]

Madness, yep,that explains it.