Just Dead

Somewhere in my soul,

 you still reside

you pass through

 in dark of night

a light tingle,

 shiver up the spine

glimpse out the side of my view

i catch a glimmer of you

can't tell if you're smiling or blue

blurry molten grey

 still mists the eye

 i feel you in my bones,

   my heart overflows crimson

are you haunting allusion

or just a delusion...

  do you waft on zephyrs

           like a fluttering butterfly

          or are you just dead? 

Reviews

[redflutterby]

Someone who was very special to me was murdered in September 2011. When I read this it brought him to mind. His sister has told me that she has "seen" him on many occasions over the years.. very much as you describe like seeing something out of the corner of your eye. I think I will share this read with her...

[Frieda P]

Sorry to hear, that's awful. Makes me wonder if that butterfly that fluttered between my brother and I on the church steps was really a message from her on that day...thanks so much A.M. Hope she can relate to it as well.

[Relic]

This has a haunting quality about it. The death of a loved one is final but there are always feelings that come to those who still mourn. It comes from the hope that those who have passed on are still listening and watching somehow. In my own humble opinion, I think they are.

[Frieda P]

I do hope you're right Relic, I think I read into things what my heart desires...it makes the loss tolerable to say the least.

[Relic]

Many people feel that way. I was scared that I would get a sign from my mother when she died. There was a feeling there that she was right there and I felt like I was going to see a ghost any minute. Usually at night too.

[Frieda P]

My sister loved butterflies, had them released at her wedding, that last day standing on the church steps a butterfly lingered between me and my brother for a few seconds....we both looked at each other thinking the same thing, is that wishful thinking, I don't know...but I think of her as that gorgeous butterfly now fluttering by...

[Relic]

I've heard of thing like that before, It's not rare. They know somehow, I'm sure of it.

[Renée]

Sounds ghosty .. its like that though sometimes

[Frieda P]

Not really ghosts, just like a feeling of a presence sometimes, then I wonder if that's not wishful thinking. Thanks Renee.

[Renée]

I am Christian... but I do understand that feeling...
but I think of it as... God with a toddler ...something for my curiosity until until His coming lol ...

[Frieda P]

ha cute...I don't know what the heck I believe anymore tbh...

[s y e]

This was such an honest, amazing write. I mean, do these come out yer brain hun ;-P No shiz sherlock! O.o

[Frieda P]

ummmm yeah I think so...ha A few I got as a prize in Cracker Jacks but most of them just fall out of my head. ;-P

[s y e]

I dont have a fookin scooby doo what that is but cool! I want one! xP

[Frieda P]

Lol! You don't know what Cracker Jacks are??

[s y e]

-.- nooooooo

[Frieda P]

It's really sickening sweet caramel popcorn, used to come with a prize in every box when I was a kid, don't even know if it does anymore...
http://xfinity.comcast.net/blogs/lifestyle/files/2012/11/cracker.jpg

[Frieda P]

I'm pretty sure they still sell the stuff, not sure about the prize inside...

[s y e]

Never saw them before! :-O

[Frieda P]

That was a big treat when I was a kid, a million moons ago Lol ;-)

[s y e]

Rubbish, not a million!

[Frieda P]

Some days it feels that way!

[s y e]

Ha, you're gorgeous and amazing! Always!

[Frieda P]

Don't be blowing smoke up my arse, you still can't have the car keys! ;-P

[s y e]

Oh darn.... You got me... Was worth a try! -.-

[jacob erin-cilberto]

it's like seeing a ghost...we shake our head, blink our eyes and look again...wondering if the apparition is still there.

this is doing the same thing...but in the mind, with a loved one we have lost...

nice write.

[Frieda P]

Those little tingly 'what the heck was that' moments freak me out, and I never know if it's wishful thinking or I'm out of my skull. Thanks jacob.

[Emerald Seas]

Thinking of you, Sweets! I understand where it is coming from and the haunting, lingering of all that's lost. We often say, "may the memories bring you peace." However, sometimes the depth of someone within us is so great that we feel their presence, an ache from the hole created, and their nearness at the strangest times that it haunts. Hugs, Frieda!

[Frieda P]

Thanks for the sweetest of responses Sera, some days are just worst than others, you know? The not knowing is a killer. Thanks so much, hugs to you my dear friend!

[Emerald Seas]

I understand. No one is going to get it exactly - how the loss is affecting you directly. Know you're thought of warmly and hope that as you work through the pain, you do find some peace along the way. We're here to share in your struggle as you share it through your writing and provide a measure of comfort. Hugs!

[Frieda P]

Reading kind words like yours are always a source of comfort, the understanding and compassion in your words is affecting, thanks so much sweet Sera, much appreciated. You get a squishy hug for this, they tell me those are the best kind.

[Geon Quuin]

I catch "a" glimmer of you. Which eye? the left or the right? If he or she is dead, then I'm pretty sure he or she wouldn't be able to response to your queries. Good one. Introspective, cathartic. Awesome.

[Frieda P]

I don't see how that would make a difference and yes it's about my sister who committed suicide.

[Geon Quuin]

My grandma in my father side committed suicide the night after my grandpa died in a car crash. not as sentimental, but I feel you.

[AYVID N]

You know Frieda...I was just thinking up a poem on these lines, but this is so good that it has put paid to that for now. That's because you said everything so well here that I feel vindicated and fresh and no longer feel any urge to say anymore on this issue.

"are you haunting allusion
or just a delusion...
do you waft on zephyrs
like a fluttering butterfly
or are you just dead?" -Truly you deserve to be no. 1 on WC...

[Frieda P]

Consider yourself hugged Divya, a big squishy one at that! Thanks my dear sister, I look forward to reading your's also. xo

[AYVID N]

Thanks dear! Needed that! Will write soon :)

[Coyote Poetry]

Some memories are dead but can be rebirth with a whisper or a thought. I like the description and the question at the end. Few close door are forever forgotten. Just lock away in a safe place we hope. Thank you for the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[Frieda P]

Very true Coyote, nice way to put it, thanks.

[Kaylor Mason]

Nice. Is this one about a break-up, or a literal death of a loved one?

[Frieda P]

It's actually about my sister who committed suicide. Thanks for the read.

[Kaylor Mason]

For what it's worth--my sympathies for your loss, ma'am

[Frieda P]

Thanks Kailor.

[Kristina Moulaison]

Oh, excellent! Love the end because to me, despite what you say in the rest of the poem, it has a ring of, I don't care finality to it, like all the things that you feel are just an echo. They can't really touch you. Loved..."my heart overflows crimson".

[Frieda P]

Thanks again Misty, much appreciate your reviews. Haven't seen you around in a while, I've missed you.

[Kristina Moulaison]

Thanks Freida...sometimes I go years without being here. :) It comes in waves.