Out Of Light

The cracks in my hands are black -
As I mourn everything you once were.
The fireplace is sunk in ash,
All clocks have struck dead -
Our house pales
As the cold blunt sun dies
With me.

Reviews

[Kristallo]

Poignant and chilling write. I especially love your flair for captivating the reader with your first line- you do this so effectively in each poem, that in itself is miraculous talent... "Our house pales, as the cold blunt sun dies- with me." Stunning! It is few and far between when I read just a line that strikes me so emotionally and vividly. This is such a cerebral and inventive write, each line is a touchingly melancholic imagine of itself. It's as if Salvador Dali painted his grief in words- this is what he would say, I believe. Exceptional write, Rosalind, I really love this.

[icaros13]

Excellent write. Much was said in very few words. "All clocks have struck dead" I love that line.

[...]

. i've been through this ...
. these words speak to my core ...

[Cathy Wattam]

Such a sad yet meaningful poem, evoking great emotion in just a few short lines. No need to say more. Very nicely expressed. Well done.

[brigid]

beautiful and poignant images and feelings. ......

[recantichize]

wow. very unique and powerful. you've really utilized free verse wonderfully but it still reads so smoothly. thank you!

[Bare trees]

You have a good imagination. Your sadness is shown through great metaphors. Each line has deep meaning and the last line says it all. Excellent poem.

[Mockingbird]

expresses despair and wanting to heal after an ordeal. the imagery is vivid. great poem.