Dust In Cursive Letters

For mom...For all whose loved ones departed...prose poetry...Just a remembrance...

Dust In Cursive Letters           by Sami Khalil

For mom…to all who passed away. prose poetry…just a remembrance…

For the ghost of you, I saluted every passerby (we are all such).

Unfortunately, senescence crashed the party.

I circled you like a satellite, drifting into space then through void.

No one escapes gravity without a reckoning force,

silence short of removing the duct-tape upon dry mouths.

I peered through rabbit holes, only to find no rabbits.

The truth of your departure was wrapped into boxed moments, delivered with trembling hands, stamped with common sorrows.

I tried to catch your breath through the air, simply to realize it was far too late.

My walls still hold your quiet silhouettes, like stars that can’t speak your name, even in faint whispers.

Honestly, I have lost my iron grips, clasping tired lines into confessions.

I’m hoping to drag warm blankets over your memories; the eulogies you can’t coldly ignore.

I’m not certain if it is the fog of endless grieving that makes us seethe with anger, wreathe with clangor.

 

Prison has cast me down, waiting on pins and needles, to be reduced to dust in cursive letters.  

 

 

Reviews

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

From the title to the content and the emotional thread woven throughout, I find this to be beautiful. The phrasing throughout is mesmerizing ...

"Dust In Cursive Letters"

"For the ghost of you"

"The truth of your departure was wrapped in boxed moments, delivered with trembling hands, stamped with common sorrows."

"I tried to catch your breath"

"clasping tired lines into confessions"

"I'm hoping to drag warm blankets over your memories" STOP!

"the eulogies you can't coldly ignore"

"fog of endless grieving"

"to be reduced to dust in cursive letters"

COME ON!

This is just so good. For me, I feel like you have been carrying around this grief and sorrow for quite a while; and it all just spilled out into this poem.

Like ashes from an urn, it speaks of a life once lived.

Very touching.

[Sami Khalil]

Wow! So true and well said. It is indeed. Thank you so much dear poet and friend for all. God bless!

[Bhuyanshi Talukdar]

I read your poem and I must say that I was moved by the raw emotion and depth of feeling that you conveyed. The way that you explored the themes of loss, grief, and memory was both poignant and powerful, and I found myself drawn in by the vivid imagery and haunting language. The use of phrases like "circled you like a satellite" and "walls still hold your quiet silhouettes" added to the sense of longing and sadness that permeated the poem, and I appreciated the way that you captured the complexities of grief and mourning. The final lines, with their reference to prison and the inevitability of death, were particularly striking, and I thought that they added a sense of urgency and desperation to the poem. Overall, I found the poem to be a moving and evocative exploration of the human experience, and I think that it will resonate with many readers who have experienced loss and grief in their own lives. Well done.

[Sami Khalil]

Wow! Your review is so great. I can't thank you enough. I appreciate you.

[Coyote Poetry]

A powerful and sad poem written Sami.
"I tried to catch your breath through the air, simply to realize it was far too late.
My walls still hold your quiet silhouettes, like stars that can’t speak your name, even in faint whispers."
The above lines. So honest and true. Thank you for sharing the amazing and worthwhile poetry.
Coyote

[Sami Khalil]

Wow! Thank you so much dear poet and friend for this wonderful review and sharing. Glad to see you .

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome Sami. I enjoyed the poetry.

[Sami Khalil]

:::::::)))))))))))(

[Miss Sharon]

Amazing and inspirational words my friend. I totally agree with the comment Jacob left.. ~Sharon

[Sami Khalil]

Wowzy woooo! Thank you so much dear poet and friend for this wonderful review and sharing. Good to see you.

[Pete]

a memorializing tribute as well as food for thought. a gentle reminder that we are all passersby. "ask not for whom the bells tolls, it tolls for thee." bill carter and stevie ray vaughan sang of "willie the wimp" being buried in a cadillac coffin). as my muse thoreau wrote, "We now no longer camp as for a night, but have settled down on earth and forgotten heaven." not an easy thing to give up the ghost when the time comes. those who touch us live on in other ways ... :)

[Sami Khalil]

Wow! So true and well said dear poet and friend. Good to know about those. Thank you for sharing your thoughts and experiences.

[Kelly Scheppers]

No matter our age, we are all children at the loss of our parents. This broke my heart, Sami. Such an emotive read. May you always feel her presence, for she is ever by your side!

[Sami Khalil]

Wow! So true and well articulated. Thank you so much dear poet and friend for this heart-felt review and kind words.

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Sami… my Mother was 58 when she passed from Cancer, and I have been aging for both of us to this day. The word Senescence holds the worth of Gold . There are Vitamins B2 and E as well as Vitamin A to slow the process of Aging… Sami you are a guiding Star for all of us. Beautiful poetry to Honor our Mothers.tenderly, Pat

[Sami Khalil]

Wow! I can't thank you enough for the review and advices you bestow upon us. You are indeed carrying the torch for you mom.

[Patricia Wedel]

Yes indeed, Sami… my Mother was as Beautiful as a Rose and sweet as Honeysuckle on the Vine… now she is an Angel in Heaven

[Sami Khalil]

Wow! Awesome. Indeed she is... ...

[emmajoygreen]

'My walls still hold your quiet silhouettes, like stars that can’t speak your name, even in faint whispers.
Honestly, I have lost my iron grips, clasping tired lines into confessions.
I’m hoping to drag warm blankets over your memories; the eulogies you can’t coldly ignore.
I’m not certain if it is the fog of endless grieving that makes us seethe with anger, wreathe with clangor.'

Among those emotions is a true and precious tribute, Sam. In every letter is a son's love; within your tears is a rainbow of emotion, Sami - sincerely beautiful.

[Sami Khalil]

OMG! So true and well articulated. They are indeed. Thank you kindly dear poet and friend for this heart-felt review and sharing. All worthy blessings.

[emmajoygreen]

Sad but more than worthy - such deep feelings.

[Sami Khalil]

Much obliged.

[Archishman Rick]

Gorgeous artisanship of metaphors, and a moving tribute indeed. The writing flows wonderfully and emanates the intensity of your truly heartfelt salutation and love for your mother. Your lasting sorrow is hauntingly captured by the last sentence, in an expression of beauty in grief.
Best wishes to you. :)

[Sami Khalil]

Wow! An awesome review indeed. So good to see you visit and share. I appreciate you.

[Chris Shaw]

Dear Sami, you have excelled here. An incredible write, touched my heart you did with this one. Your metaphors are so original. Only a year since I lost my own mum, so the grieving continues. This sonnet resonated. You are a fabulous poet.

Chris

[Sami Khalil]

Wow! You are too. I was sad to hear about your mum. We all share that everlasting bond. May she rest in peace as we follow them. Thank you kindly for sharing your thoughts and experiences.