Seven Words

Her emptiness is lowered

Into the tear stained field of fallen souls.

My cheeks become the surface for an inner pain

As all I hear are those same seven words.

 

The sun shines upon the anchored heads

Lighting a darkened swarm of absent friends,

For mine was the only love that breathed true

And for this, my pain cuts deeper than blade.

 

She exists in and of my wounded heart

But this shall be her immortal prison,

As with the death of our skies brightest

My feet shall not return to her empty steps.

 

Time is my widow and sole companion

Through a life that breathes but dares not live,

An echo that shatters the walls of my ignorance

Born from those seven words of her falling.

 

“Sing me to sleep...for dear departing”

Author's Note

Kind of written ahead of time, the funeral is a week Monday.
I think it works best when read slowly, but hey.

Reviews

[Constance-Outspoken]

After reading your other piece, I tarried amongst your work and found much to my liking. Then I rested on this piece, being too short on time to review them all.
What beautiful sentiment, so eloquently rendered. It does more than work, it shines. Excellent poetry, by a very talented wordsmith. Nicely done. :)

[Vincent Esprit FMI]

Gary this piece simply transports the reader into your thoughts and beyound. There is a consolidating sadness here that is foundational, not hopeless. That is good to know. The sadness that ends in transcendence. Have you ever thought of adding music to this piece while it is performed or read.

Vincent

[Tate Morgan]

This is sweet and reverent A beautiful thing to say /.And don't they all live in our memories Leaving fond memories of the years that seemed like days now

[Zeitgeist Manifesto]

You have taken a snapshot of your heart. This view is intense and sorrowful.
This poem truly shook me up. I cant describe how I feel. You have touched
us all.

[Alicante lullaby]

Its tears and tears and tears....cant read through it...it cuts...and pain makes your words immortal,...pain is mother and your heart at fire. we can feel the boils...may pain get you at ease...its mother,it sings,it sets one to sleep and when infinite,it becomes remedy...

[i'mHiding]

Amazing. Very deep and spark so much thought.
Spectacular read,
"Sing me to sleep...for dear departing."
Such a beautiful line :)

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Can I get an amen for this highly emotional and melancholy piece.
Very deeply heartfelt work form beginning to end.

[Ellen Hammond]

Truly a heartfelt write with such a great sorrow and loss. It is good that you can release some of the tears and emotions in writing. I am sorry you have to experienced such grief so young.

[An owl on the moon]

Your words carry us over time... softly speaking of such a loss... the pain... the remembrance... Beautifully woven like a tapestry to cover the sorrow felt so deeply... So sorry for your loss... so very sorry...

[cest la vie]

Poet Brit,
oh my.. my heart cried.. beautifully written in honor of the love and pain her passing has brought.. This is so heartfelt and beautiful..

Yes read slowly, and the closing line is almost painful to speak..

Excellent..