Song for The Departed
I thought I heard you last night
As this wind-pommeled house
Creaked
Yes, before I was submerged in sleep
I thought I heard you.
How faint your voices were
As if from far away
Remembered
Only dimly like your faces.
Oh, how faint they seemed.
Life pulses like oceans
But its foreverness is
Untrue.
I could only sense the darkness
Though my hands reached out for you.
That is lovely. 'Life pulses like oceans'...just right.
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful, heartfelt poem.
ReplyDeleteAn excellent poem, Yorkster.
ReplyDeleteAre those your parents? And is that you?
LIBBY/JENNY Thank you.
ReplyDeleteRHYMES WITH... It's my parents and my oldest brother Paul - probably in the summer of 1949. All three are "departed".
Beautiful, excellent - I generally see, not hear. See probably wrong - visualise (seems more accurate) someone in that empty chair.
ReplyDeleteAnna :o]
Lovely.
ReplyDeleteMy grief has also resurfaced with the news that John shared. You have touched the inner depths of that grief with your words. Beautiful poem, Mr. Pudding.
ReplyDeleteI'm in absolute love with this poem, YP, well done! I often think I've heard the voices of those I've loved and lost and this poem captures that dream-wish perfectly.
ReplyDeleteThanks...