GONE (IP)

By Linda Wigzell Cress

Thu, 22 Aug 2013
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He came to me in a dream

One whom once I had loved

Dreaming of the now, not the then –

Of my kids, and my grandkids

Of my husband, my life.

Of a coach trip from school

To a theatre in a faraway city, when

Came a quite by chance meeting!

 

A marriage quite fleeting

And so very soon broken

It could not be mended.

So much we might talk of

After such a long while,

The laughter, the tears:

But we had little to say.

He asked after my family –

I enquired of his wife.

And when the play ended

We shook hands, walked away,

Then we both turned and nodded;

And we ventured a smile.

We waved, and I watched him

To my great surprise,

As he faded and vanished –

There, before my very eyes.

 

When I woke with my darling

Still sleeping beside me

I knew that the past could remain in the past;

For now I remembered with sadness and pity

This unfortunate man had been dead for five years;

And I wondered if maybe he wanted to give me

His final farewell, and would rest now, at last.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Comments

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

It seems to have given you some increase of rest, Linda. It seems a picture of forgiveness, and pity and things one would like to have been able to share, but often it is not possible. I have written a fun thing for the IP, but at present they are struggling to get me able to post - so if it comes, it may be late!!. Rhiannon

(I think the lines come out double spaced if you just use return, but single spaced if you use shift+return. I cant decide which I like best anyway.)

Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Linda Wigzell Cress on

Thanks Rhiannon, both for the lovely comments and the techie suggestion, which I shall try tomorrow. I am happy that you got exactly what I tried to convey.  I hope your posting problems soon get sorted; its so frustrating not being able to do what you need to do!

Linda

Submitted by scratch on

From "And when the play ended" this whole poem takes flight. Well done Linda.  

Single space/dubbleshpashe/smubblesmashe - it doesn't matter - you've written a good poem.  Well done.
 

 

Submitted by Linda Wigzell Cress on

Thanks Scratch, I am pleased you thought this good. Seems I'm not thr only person who's 'spaced out'.

Linda

Submitted by adamgreenwell on

Hi Linda, 

Congratulations  on your work and stories. I want to add more stories to my new collection, but could not locate any "write new story" link after four. Is there a daily limit or an easier way of posting multiple stories?

Thanks.

From New Zealand,

Adam Greenwell.

Adam Greenwell
NEW ZEALAND

Submitted by adamgreenwell on

Hi Linda, 

Congratulations  on your work and stories. I want to add more stories to my new collection, but could not locate any "write new story" link after four. Is there a daily limit or an easier way of posting multiple stories?

Thanks.

From New Zealand,

Adam Greenwell.

Adam Greenwell
NEW ZEALAND

Submitted by Linda Wigzell Cress on

Hi Adam, I think the daily limit is 3, but you should be able to locate this info on the site, tho the site has as you know been undergoing refurb so there are some glitches.  I think you have to upload one at a time. Thanks for the comment on this poem (and my work!)

Linda

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Great poem, Linda, and I'm only sorry I missed it, until now.  Certainly a case of better late than never;-)

 

Tina

 

Submitted by Linda Wigzell Cress on

Thanks Tina I appreciate your comments. Glad you enjoyed it!

Linda