Our eyes met across the crowded room
By the end of the look
We knew we’d be spending the night together
By the end of the night
We knew we’d be spending our lives together
The tumor laughed at our plans
Mocked our passion
Instead of ripping you from my arms
Leaving me sobbing and beaten
It took you bit by bit
Until in the end
Your death was my relief
And it was guilt that crushed me
And now I sit alone on our porch
The one you built for us to grow old upon
A bird call startles me out of my reverie
No doubt a mockingbird.
This poem contributed to
dVersePoets Open Link Week #9
dVersePoets Open Link Week #9
13 comments:
Wow, beautiful and haunting. This is such a sharp expression of pain and longing that if felt if, for one moment, I heard the mockingbird.
Even though I know the back story, it is unnecessary in order to appreciate this poem. Succinct and startlingly honest. Well done.
it is a haunting poem, one of immense sadness.
A heartbreaking story. When I'm very sad I always seem to be visited by a mourning dove, ever since I was a kid.
dang...sorry...what a tale...i am glad you had love for a time and memories as well...hurts a bit...but...and very well penned
oh, wow...raw, honest, and oh so heart wrenching. I like how you cut right to it - it left quite an impression on me.
Wow so sad powerful and devastating a very brave write ...thank you for sharing your love x
This piece moves fast, as these events must seem to have. You have made something very fine out of your pain (guessing this is a true, autobiographical story).
I hope that for you, despite your loss, "the best of life is yet to be."
such a heart breaking story and so true and honest in this one
http://gatelesspassage.com/2011/09/13/a-new-life-begins/
Typelesspeechless.
I don't know the back story. but this is intensely beautiful. I'm happy to meet you and to revisit your poetry... I don't know if you are serious about love at first sight, or if it was just a prop for artistic value, but I think it is incredibly romantic and made this story wonderfully sensual. Slow, cancerous death is horrible and sad, but your memories and deep feelings displayed in this poem are absolutely heavenly. If it is true, thank you for sharing this wonderful piece of yourself. If it is just art, then thank you for sharing this wonderful piece of your imagination... PS.. The big Lebowski rocks!
Thank you all for your wonderful comments. Just wanted to share that basically it's a true story - except I wasn't sitting on the porch my husband had built for us when I wrote it. I really appreciate all the positive feedback.
I just discovered a word that made me think of this poem: Mamihlapinatapai.
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