You’re exhausted; you’d give anything
for sleep. Take, yet another sleeping pill,
except, pills don’t work; not anymore.
Wander from room to room – from bed
to settee, and there they are; her scrapbooks,
her clothes, her art-deco vases, her CDs –
piles of sheet-music, her mobile phone.
Open the fridge to grab a beer;
it needs defrosting. The whole flat’s
a proper pigsty. Kid yourself
you’ll be OK with it soon – but aeons
from now...Not one speck of dust.
See your face in the kitchen table;
mirrors, grin back at you. Not a cushion
out of place. You’ll be daydreaming
out of the window; imagine being
the neighbour’s cat...prone, in a clump
of sweet rosemary; chance to play
‘Who Dares Wins’, with a Kite
roller-coasting the thermals...
You’ll be writing a story, or a poem, and
for one split second, you’ll forget how
to spell the simplest of words...like ‘rose’,
or ‘home’, or ‘gone’. Wondering, are there
two ‘mm’s in accommodation, and
just one ‘c’, or the other way round?
You’ll feel like a foreigner, studying
another language; may as well be Mandarin.
‘Rose’, you’ll type, over and over
until it looks right. Repeat to yourself,
time after time, “She’s gone.” Then,
and only then, you begin to believe, she’s
not coming home again.
Comments
ScoZen | February 9, 2011 - 18:36
ScoZen
Silver lady.
Poignant,I enjoyed this with a tearful eye.
...“She’s gone.” Then, and only then, will you begin to believe,she’s never coming home again...."
take care
Silver Spun Sand | February 9, 2011 - 18:40
Thanks, ScoZen, and I hope your eyes are dry now;-)
Silver Lady;-)
Beeme | February 9, 2011 - 20:55
Extremely moving and poignant Tina. Another beautiful poem, tender and so human :]
Beeme xx
Silver Spun Sand | February 9, 2011 - 21:05
Thanks, Beeme. And so is your lovely comment;-)
Tina xx
fatboy74 | February 9, 2011 - 21:32
Very very sad and beautiful, my favourite sort, a poem to get lost in. A real pleasure this Tina. :-)
Silver Spun Sand | February 9, 2011 - 22:32
Ta, fb...and so, your words.
Tina;-)
lenchenelf | February 10, 2011 - 00:19
Very moving piece Tina, the inner turmoil well expressed atb Lena xx
Silver Spun Sand | February 10, 2011 - 00:45
Thank you, Lena. More than appreciated.
Tina xx
seashore | February 10, 2011 - 10:14
Tina, I have been missing for a few days (in more ways than one!) but just logged on to see this. Beautiful, beautiful. Just looking at `beautiful' and spelling looks odd - having read:
"you’ll forget how
to spell the simplest of words...like ‘rose’"
A lovely piece of writing and a very very special.
Silver Spun Sand | February 10, 2011 - 10:47
Thanks, Coral. I thought I hadn't seen you around for a day or so. Hope things are well with you;-)
Glad you liked this one. It is special to me, also, which I am sure you will have guessed.
Tina;-)
Kahdai | February 10, 2011 - 17:14
ah Tina this one I do know
you somehow make it sound good though :) xx K
Silver Spun Sand | February 10, 2011 - 17:20
Glad you enjoyed, Kahdai;-) T xx
rjnewlyn | February 11, 2011 - 00:26
Very poignant and well-put. Especially the last stanza.
Rob
Silver Spun Sand | February 11, 2011 - 09:37
Thanks, Rob. Your kind comment, much appreciated.
Tina
RachelPatricia | February 11, 2011 - 11:38
So moving, this is, Tina. Can't choose a favourite stanza, all are individually beautiful, and together they are just breathtaking. Been away for a while and it's so good to see that the great writers on here just keep getting better...stunning, is all I can say, and thank you. You only have to read it to know just how cherished this poem is :)
Well done on the cherry and hope you are well,
Rachel xx
Silver Spun Sand | February 11, 2011 - 11:41
Rachel - your words are very special too, and I thank you for them.
As for me, looking forward to the Spring, as I guess, we all are;-)
Tina xx
Highhat | February 13, 2011 - 14:09
Yes a very special poem- almost missed it- can't seem to catch up lately but it was good to get my head around this gem of a poem Tina.
;)Pia
Silver Spun Sand | February 13, 2011 - 14:25
Thanks, Pia;-) I know exactly what you mean about 'catching up'. I have the same problem;-)
Tina