jesus rose, they say, father fell...i know

so it gave up, that heart of yours,

 

fell silent like a stranger tired of knocking on a door.

 

if they had left your eyes open

i would have gone mad

 

dove to the floor

broke into dangerous slivers

like rarely used china

prepared to stab the sole

of the one who would disturb my fine pile of me.

 

and a million conversations

we never had

 

but the silence and stars

weren't half bad

 

the coffee and mornings

watching gophers moving mud

car rides with no destination

 

 

well we arrived

 

Reviews

[M Breen]

The difference between what others say (what you have been taught) and what you actually feel and experience.
Feel bad about analyzing this beautiful lamenting poem but yet there is an analysis within it too and a careful construction to honour the feelings felt and the loss. (I feel)
The 'falling apart' is an example of this - a stable phrase in this situation that has become nullified and here your language rebuilds that universally shared feeling of a universal event to express something individual and unique for you - the anger and protection. An event that happens to most of us, but when it happens it is once in a lifetime and overwhelming.
A sudden and emotive poem.

[Steeven]

never feel poorly about being analytical with what i post. and i thank you for your comment.

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~ heartbreaking... ~ i'm so very sorry for your loss... so very sorry... ~ i cannot even begin to imagine the pain you must be in... may his soul rest in peace... may the universe grant you strength to bear this profound loss...