Go...hold her

“Where are you?” she cries to sleep,

though pray she won’t to blurred stars

lingering in the past

 

Arms of little strength

reach for weakening moments

in dark rooms with plaster feelings

 

The cold slips beneath doorways

collecting at her feet,

crippling thoughts in glazed over eyes

 

As sorrowed breezes flicker flames

of the candle she relights,

burning at both ends

 

A melted wax trance, hot on her fingers

falls in shapes on a barren floor,

question mark drippings

 

For the answers, not found in any book

no pages of solutions inked

and numbered in reverse order exist

 

and she says she can’t…she won’t fall,

but she has and she will

to her knees…

 

Go…hold her

Reviews

[R Smith]

to protect her is the desire in this, although she says she won't fall the strength comes from you, be there, great work Will, as always :)

[willweb]

Thank you my friend. I appreciate your kind words.

[Confuser]

Goodness. What a great poem. I love it throughout. My favorite stanza, but enjoyed it all:
A melted wax trance, hot on her fingers
falls in shapes on a barren floor,
question mark drippings

For the answers, not found in any book
no pages of solutions inked
and numbered in reverse order exist
And, loved the ending. Tks. D : 800 Members Tag (Poetry 101)

[willweb]

Thank you so very much Dale. I am thrilled you liked this one.

[Confuser]

Love to go back to a great poem! Thank you will.

[anne]

A melted wax trance, hot on her fingers
falls in shapes on a barren floor,
question mark drippings
For the answers, not found in any book
no pages of solutions inked
and numbered in reverse order exist..........beautiful lines ...:))

[willweb]

Thank you Anne for always being so nice to me.

[Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere]

I was thinking of the last days of my father when I read you poem. I'm silent and remembering. Very good. :) Rudi

[willweb]

Thank you so much Rudi. I am happy this one touched you.

[Lyn Anderson]

Go hold her, and keep her safe. Jarring almost, at points, I am assuming, to create maximum impact.

[willweb]

I did my best. Thanks so much KL.

[Ruth]

This gave me such overwhelming emotion...wow. Tenderly voiced and had the effect intended, I think, so very well written xo

[willweb]

Thank you Poppy. I am thrilled you liked this one today.

[Lydia Shutter]

This brought me back to when my mom was in the final stretch of life. No, there are no real solutions and the ones who watch feel as helpless as the patients. Monumentally moving emotions in this one. Holding her is all you can do to make the time pass more easily....for you both. Lydi**

[willweb]

Thank you so very much Lydi. Your kindness is appreciated.

[s y e]

Will, I cannot tell you how this poem affected me and touched my heart. I cannot imagine losing someone like this. I have never lost someone close to me slowly, my grandpa died of an aneurysm and he was gone in seconds.

You've really dug deep for this one and the emotion is evident.

[willweb]

Thank you so much Noodlebumble for your kind words.

[therisa]

Will, your poem reminds me, of my oma's final year of life, and her battle with cancer, which claimed her life. She was, a very strong woman, who held a family of 10 children and 26 grandchildren, together, by her mere presence. I was, one of three sets of siblings, selected to her pallbearers, from the grandchildren. A day doesn't go by, I find myself, thinking of her, and it has been 18 years. I hope, this poem is written, in honour of a grandmother or your mom, slowly died, before you.

[willweb]

Gosh, If I knew my poem would bring up all of these sad memories I might not have posted it. Sorry for your loss Therisa. Thank you for stopping by.

[therisa]

Will, my oma lived a long and joyous life, surviving two World Wars and emigrating to Canada, from the Netherlands, with 9 of her 10 children, in 1952. Watching her grandchildren receiving degrees, from universities. Although, it was painful to watch her die, so slowly, she graced every child and grandchild, with her love and compassion. Can still remember her disappointment, when I refused any food or drink, from her, upon arrival, at her place. My oma is and was, a very special woman, who is an inspiration, to everyone, in the family.

[willweb]

Ok, then I am happy I posted it. :)

[therisa]

Your welcome, Will.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

oh this hit me right in the gut...the person who got me started writing poetry died of Lou Gehrig's---

piece by piece her body gave out, and the mind though still sharp at the end, much too aware of it all.

[willweb]

Sorry for your loss Jacob, that is a very sad memory. Thanks so much though for reading and commenting on my poem.