She Left When the Grass was Wet

This is a poem I wrote in 2012, shortly after my mother suddenly passed away.

She Left When The Grass Was Wet

Spirit of the early hour
Struck the solace of the silence
Transforming her blood and flesh
Warm, tepid, cold.
I cannot reach through heavenly realms
An asymptote to life
She left when the grass was wet

Comforters offer doting words
Or Meals cooked with love
Stomach greets with groaning hunger
But A nauseous heart protests
My smile mirrors theirs- mechanical
Freeze frame - they are far away
She left when the grass was wet

Leaden heart lodged in oesophagus
Breath is  fractured by the weighty load
Bereft of speech I stand
Solitary teardrop burns soft cheek
As Rain slides down the windowpane
In playful imitation, is it mocking me?
She left when the grass was wet

Should have. could have. WHY.
Every Pensive midnight invites insanity
Dark imaginings flood the skull
Like venom through the veins they sting
Fighting not to dwell on them
For it does not quell the brain
She left when the grass was wet

Tick- tock resonates within eardrums
The clock coaxes gradual acceptance
When your time is up, it’s up
- the stoical response
They say she sings with angels now
And I hope so too
She left when the grass was wet. . . 

Author's Note

I'm not sure exactly what genre one would describe this as , but here you go.

Reviews

[trishala tripathi]

Very sad to hear about your mom. In formative years of growth how much a girl needs her mom I can understand since very close friend of mine has also suffered the same loss. But gaining strength and penning down such a beautiful poem is a commendable job. Simply loved it and its a soulful one. Keep going strong.

[Peggy-Lou]

Thank you for the review! It makes me feel inspired to write more

[Gee]

Firstly so sorry for your loss......beautifully written,sad,very sad...Although my mother still lives I wrote a simple rhyming poem touching on this subject called, "A mother's passing".If you get a mo' you might like to read it.Take care

[Ashwin Thakur]

The loss of someone dear to us makes us more determined to do accomplish more
As a writer you also know that loss makes your hand more determined
And you wrote this wonderful poem.
Dont be sad just look someday up at starry night
You will see someone smiling.

[Tony]

Well the stanzas are septets-- meaning they're 7 lines each, and the poem is written in a spoken word style. This is an emotionally evocative write-- thank you for sharing your work here:)

[Peggy-Lou]

very helpful!

[Maumil Mehraj]

A deeply shattering poem! I am really sorry for your loss, but the way you penned it was beautiful, i felt very connected with your work.
Maumil

[Peggy-Lou]

thanks for the kind words

[Ashadan]

Tick- tock resonates within eardrums
The clock coaxes gradual acceptance
When your time is up, it’s up
- the stoical response
They say she sings with angels now
And I hope so too
She left when the grass was wet. .

I like the poem, I also lost someone in my life. I can feel the emotion within this poem . Thanks for sharing =)

[Peggy-Lou]

Thank you so much, glad you resonate with it

[Ashadan]

You're always welcome.

[ManasaC]

This is wonderful. I am extremely sorry for your loss. Your poem depicts the turmoil you must have had and the emotion is intense...i loved it

[Peggy-Lou]

Thank you for the kind words, encouraging

[Joshua Clement]

I enjoyed it... very haunting

[Peggy-Lou]

Thank you, I worry this poem is a bit complex, so thanks for the encouragement

[Joshua Clement]

You are very welcome ;)