The Swan Song

Being born in a duck yard does not matter, if only you are hatched from a swan's egg. Hans Christian Andersen

Bad news it was when the world broke
out in rain, out of my eyes a piece
of sorrow flowed, a sudden decease
came effortless and pitiless it stroke

into a last and sober writing, closed
and intertwined with a cross on wood,
returning to the earth, cold and for good
with your hands entangled like you dozed

off and never will sing your song again,
in verses you disappear, the Swan on the lake
so silently swimming away and trying in vain

to hold you in my eyes, in my mind, to take
your words of a Swan Song, my heart’s full of pain
forever and ever, your rhymes will now come awake.

© Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere
29/04/2015

dedicated to Iris Van de Casteele (23/11/31-13/02/2015)

Reviews

[Confuser]

Rudi: Another amazing write. There are layers within this; I know people write that, but I can see so many images in this poem; that photo is gorgeous, with many thoughts about them. The thought, the visual of a swan alone, is sad, knowing they mate for life, and the line about the cross, I see a wooden cross beside me Hane made in bible school, the coldness to be left alone, the deep meloncholy feeling of knowing always to be alone, without your love one, the way you describe is superb. I will remember this for awhile. Well done Rudi...very well done indeed. A flood came, in drops of pain. Dale

[Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere]

Thank you so much, Dale. My mentor, Iris van de Casteele, the one who had stimulated me and had helped me to publish my first work (a collection of poems) has died in February. I've dedicated this poem to her. She was in fact, a bit a lonely swan, never understood by the 'Poet Society' in Belgium and the Netherlands. She has even emigrated to Paraguay with her soulmate, an Uruguayan musician Cacho Aguire. They have returned a few times to visit some friends here in Belgium and at that occasion have been a guest in my house. She has also given a party when she became 80 here in Belgium, it was the last time we have seen her. She has written beautiful poems and she wrote also in French, Spanish and English. I'll never forget her. :) Rudi

ps: here's the link to her website with all her poems
http://www.coquelicot.com.py/coquelicot/

[Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere]

I see you have a new avatar, Dale. :) Rudi

[Confuser]

That's Catherine, my daughter, but her chins cut off....:]Dale

[Confuser]

Rudi: I am so sorry for your friend. She sounds very interesting. I have saved the poem, so I can visit the website; I'm certain she would love the poem, it's a lovely tribute, now I understand more. I will also save the other poems with website, wind, etc. so I can listen...Thanks Rudi.

[Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere]

Thank you, so much, Dale, means a great deal to me. Have good day with your family. :) Rudi

[Confuser]

You too Rudi...& You're welcome as always.....

[emmajoy]

' .. out of my eyes a piece of sorrow flowed, a sudden decease came effortless and pitiless it stroke.. '

There's a sense of sadness in your poem but, like your swan, it slides with effortless grace and creates such a lovely picture, Rudi. You've used an unusual structure that's almost perfect for a moving creature.

[Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere]

Thank you so much, Emmajoy. I'm dedicating it to my mentor, Iris Van de Casteele, who died 13 February 2015. She was a great poet and also muse for my poetry. I'll never forget her. :) Rudi

http://www.coquelicot.com.py/coquelicot/ (link to her site with all her poems also e-books in English)

[Ashadan]

I like the poem and the words used on it to describe things. I doesn't matter where you came from =)

[Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere]

Thank you, Ashadan, for your kind remark. :) Rudi

[Ashadan]

you are always welcome =)