Haemorraghing hatred and fear
Poison oozing out through every microscopic pore
Spilling forth with septic spores of mistrust and malevolence.
I know not this place where I find myself.
I wish I had a rose for every time you spoke my name
The world would be a mesmerising memorial to you.
I catch my image in the mirror and see you have left all the hallmarks of your own life and loves upon my face, they are etched deep beneath the skin.
Sometimes I lose myself and see only you.
And I am faceless and forlorn.
I know not this place where I find myself.
There was a summer, a sea breeze,
A silent longing for a solitary moment of the life that was before.
These shores have weathered fierce and tumultuous tides
And now the pain recedes
And I am left awash with grief.
The hollow dreams, the futile hopes, the empty promises.
And I know not this place where I find myself.
©Alison Jean Hankinson.
This is my offering for d’Verse open link night. The photo is my own, the white rose symbolises new beginnings and also remembrance.
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I especially love the last stanza… it ties it up, and I love the glimpses of memories you see making it all come together
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thank you. XX
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The emotions here are so raw … so painstakingly honest! Especially resonate with “A silent longing for a solitary moment of the life that was before.”
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Much love to you. If only we knew how important the moment was before it vanished.
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This can happen, we begin again….
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A powerful poem of loss – death or abandonment. Either leaves the question why? And the longing for the time before. Soulfully written.
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thanks for reading it. Sometimes the loss is almost primeval.
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I like the refrain in between the verses of sadness and grief ~ I am drawn to the part of the mirror and seeing them in our faces ~
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Much love to you Grace. XX
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What a heartbreaking poem about loss!
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What a wonderful piece on love and loss–wrapped up so beautifully!
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Much love to you. XX
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I especially like the title–it’s well rflected in the poem. I like the repeating lines, also. Sad.
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much love to you Nan. XX
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A poignant sense of loss here. Rather powerful.
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Such a moving write that made me sad, remember.
I know that loss, it leaves one desolate, bereft…
Anna
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Much love to you. XXXX
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Interesting that grief remains when the pain is gone.
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