You broke my freakin' heart, Fredo!
The death process begins long before final stillness.
Who has not prayed to be spared this profound indignity?--or having to witness its devastation in our loved ones.
Not a total bum-out, however, there is also great love in what you wrote.
Fading love and vanishing thoughts, unspoken touch that lie within one's soul. Should we be broken, we do with no regrets, for we were there till the last ice melted. Thanks J, for sharing. Below lines were thought provoking!
but the stitching got crooked towards the end
and her mind found gaps in the lining
there you go ..i am a broken man once again ..over "her" :(
when a hand made quilt is not a comforter ...but a trap for hands in the linings ..i think giving it a proper throw away is OK ;)
E.
I love this poem! It is steady, and the feeling came through well. I also love the descriptions you used. They made the poem come to life, at least to me. I am no expert, but to me this seems like great work! :)
Posted 7 Years Ago
7 Years Ago
i really appreciate your words, Andromeda...i am glad you could connect.
Originally from Bronx, NY, I live in Carbondale, Illinois...teach English at a community college and have been writing and publishing poetry since 1970. I am here to read for inspiration from other po.. more..