Weeping Bones

With you went so much of me.

Forgive me my silence,

but I have no reply

to the breath of your death

but the tears in my eye.

My heart has been broken,

and the life in me spent

like thunder in the sky

mumbling its discontent.

 

It flutters, and it swings

trapped in a raven’s beak

falling into the flames

whereof lips do not speak.

A prison for my soul

with a coffin and lid,

the night pushes me down

where the living forbid.

 

I reach out to hold you,

but you left me alone.

I stare at the carving

of your name in cold stone.

The words are verboten.

The stars fall from the sky.

The willow is weeping

as the train passes by.

 

If ever you need me,

know I need you the most;

and I will be waiting

for the presence of ghost.

In the chapel of night,

beneath river and stones,

ever be it written

that I weep in my bones.

Author's Note

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

There is something so haunting about the picture above the poem....imagination of her face and expression.
This poem hit hard. It made me tear up...I thought of my friend, Paula, whom I lost back in 1984...my best friend. She was only 27-----I still miss her so much...and "The willow is still weeping"---
j.

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

I am glad that you connected with this one, Jacob. I am so sorry to hear about your friend, Paula; and I can tell that her passing deeply affected you. To be loved and missed that much ... she must have been a very special lady. Thank you.

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Linda Marie... our Spirit is who we are. However, our body allows us to Live. The thunder and lightening will remind us that the Universe is phenomenal. As I begin my Journey to places unknown... I am thankful to have spent time on a Planet where flowers grow. and we discover inovations beyond our control. Thank you for touching upon the Wonders untold. tenderly, Pat

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

Thank you for the visit, Pat. You are always welcome here.