Natural disaster

Hold my hand

So I could die alone.

From where I stand

There is no phone

To call the sun when I need,

And moon to soothe me when I bleed…

Just strings helplessly playing

This song I can’t seem to forget…

Soft water waving

My soul’s dusky epithet…

 

 

Author's Note

Reviews

[Chris]

sometimes we seem to wear the melancholy like a warm and fuzzy bathrobe as we gaze inside our selves.

[Ana B.]

indeed we do. Good afternoon Chris.

[Passengerr]

Pensively written dear Ana. 'there's no phone to call the sun when i need and moon to soothe me when i bleed.' thanks for sharing.

[Ana B.]

Thank you for stopping by :)

[sonnie ibadah]

i wish it were longer, i luv it!

[Ana B.]

lol, thank you :)

[emmajoy]

Sighing at the long sadness of this poem.. gasping at the realisation of what it means, the wretchedness of a life's last minutes. I use the phrase 'beautiful sadness' now and again.. and its figures here about your use of language, the feelings behind such a terrible tragedy and the misery of being nothing more ever again. You polish even the worst of happenings.. 'My soul’s dusky epithet… '

[Ana B.]

Thank you very much Emma :)

[Chris]

This piece succeeds in evoking a very rich feeling of sorrow, almost like a painting.

[Ana B.]

Thank you Chris :)

[Adam Adams]

A little poignant - a bit epidemic. Very short & heartfelt piece it is. Your feelings're being shown to this page. Nice imagery!

[Ana B.]

Thank you very much my dear :)

[....................]

...as if speaking to something beyond death that is waiting to lead the speaker onward on the next part of a journey...the image of not being able to call on the sun and moon for help garners a deep sense of helplessnes...and i love those last two lines, the image of the soul's water waving goodbye to body and the world being left behind... great accompanying pic and song, too

[Ana B.]

Thank you very much Ft :)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

even alone, there seems to be a hand to hold...
in Bleecker Street by simon and garfunkel...there is a line..." i saw a shadow touch a shadow's hand"

maybe the only hand we can rely on in the end is our own.

i felt the chill in this piece...love the line about "no phone to call the sun"

[Ana B.]

Thank you dear Jacob :)