‘We cannot reach you,’ they said.
‘Where do you go inside that head
of yours? You weren’t always like this.
We’re sick of trying.’ ‘You push us away,’
said the friend who told me yesterday,
‘You see, it’s harder for us than for you.’
If they only knew.
But I have too much to document...
too much to record...to write down...
too much to remember before I forget...
Lose what little there is left of you,
like stardust, filtering through
my fingers. All I can do is to take
one step at a time and yet, where to,
is anyone’s guess.
I remember that day at the beach;
you – just turned thirteen. The first time
in a bikini; bashful as hell, you were,
as you had me stand at the water’s edge –
hold on tight to your clothes. I knew,
even then, where you were going
I could not follow. But I will though,
by and by.
Comments
skinner_jennifer | March 12, 2012 - 21:23
Good evening Tina,
I feel such saddness while reading this, I can
feel the reminiscence of a time with your
daughter.
The first part of the stanza, suggests that you
are thinking about her, but that nobody can reach
you, as you reach out for her, in memory.
I feel so much compassion for you, because it
must be so hard, not only to write, but to focus
on the here and now.
But I really hope it helps to write this down.
Thankyou so much for sharing.
Jenny.
hilary west | March 12, 2012 - 21:57
Lovely snapshot tinged with sadness.
Highhat | March 12, 2012 - 21:59
I am glad that your poems come of all your thinking and remembering, Tina
You are good at getting your thoughts across to me at least and this is so good and sad- I wish you well-
;)Pia
Anvar2 | March 12, 2012 - 23:51
I love the image of clinging on to memory as filtering stardust through one's fingers. Thank you for sharing.
Silver Spun Sand | March 13, 2012 - 08:59
Jenny, much appreciate your reading this and your empathy. It means a great deal to me.
Writing things down has been a life-saver for me, as for so many of us, I feel;-)
Tina
Silver Spun Sand | March 13, 2012 - 09:00
Thanks, hilary. Much appreciated.
SSS;-)
Silver Spun Sand | March 13, 2012 - 09:01
Pia - your kind words mean a lot, and I thank you for them.
Tina;-)
Silver Spun Sand | March 13, 2012 - 09:02
Anvar - thank you for reading, and for your lovely comment.
Tina
fatboy74 | March 13, 2012 - 12:16
Always a pleasure to read your poetry Tina and this does not disappoint - I think I have worked out i've probably read more of your poems than any other poet living or dead, so I know you will have influenced my own writing a great deal. :-)
Silver Spun Sand | March 13, 2012 - 12:27
Hi there, fb...great fo hear from you.
Thanks so much for your words. I think we are all influenced by those whose work we read, whether subconsciously or consciously and that is no bad thing. That is how we learn from the year dot;-) I also glean so very much from reading your work, which is always a joy.
Tina
sid | March 13, 2012 - 14:08
Beautiful
Silver Spun Sand | March 13, 2012 - 15:14
Thanks, sid;-)
Tina
Silver Spun Sand | March 16, 2012 - 20:27
Thanks, so very much, Julie, for your words.
Hope you have a lovely weekend.
Tina xx
Cavalcaderl | March 16, 2012 - 21:35
new Silver-Spun-sand
Tina,
Just read sad beautifully written
poem and memories,exquistely mentioned
by you. Sadness and love so dear always to you
Well done on the cherries.
and chosen poem of the week.
Course be thinking of you omorrow!
Half an hour ago,noes better,might get glasses on.
all the best
julie x
blighters rock | March 16, 2012 - 23:06
Another beautiful poem from a prolific, life-enhancing poet.
Silver Spun Sand | March 16, 2012 - 23:11
Thanks, blighters, is all I can say, when words are not enough;-)
Tina
ScoZen | March 19, 2012 - 18:48
Blighters has said it all for me.
Silver Spun Sand | March 19, 2012 - 20:32
Many thanks, ScoZen;-)
Sand Lady
Kahdai | March 25, 2012 - 00:53
I know how you feel Silver, aslong as you know & feel that it is a happy ending with you x
Silver Spun Sand | March 25, 2012 - 11:39
Kahdai, many thanks for a lovely comment.
Silver;-)x