Six Years On...

Cherry

By Silver Spun Sand

Wed, 01 Jan 2014
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You are still there –
at your piano...mirrored
in moonlight 
on the lid of the baby grand
you saved for ten years
to buy
 
second-hand.  Your Blüthner...
your heart, your soul.  The one
you told everything to
when words 
were no longer enough.
 
Even if words were written
in your blood, mine, or your father’s
it wouldn’t have been enough
to keep you here...to keep
you from going.
 
And you were right...you
who never understood my poetry,
except, sometimes, 
when you read something or other,
tears filled your eyes
 
but you would never admit to why...
not in a million years. Poetry
is code, you said.  In your world,
anything is possible...
 
a leaf – falling from a tree
you can hold in suspension for as long
as it takes to write about its journey.
 
The last word of the last line
of the last stanza, about yours, of course
will ever be unread, dear daughter.
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Comments

Submitted by Denzella on

Tina,

A beautiful and fitting triubute.  Thinking of you.  

I hope 2014 will bring you peace

Moya

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Thank you, Moya...for remembering, along with me.

Tina

 

Submitted by catherine poarch on

Another beautiful poem. I am hoping and believing that people I've lost far too young can carry on in heaven the things they left unfinished or untried. Happy New Year to you Tina and a million blessings.

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Catherine - there are no words...apart from 'Thank you, and that your beliefs are mine'.

Tina

 

Submitted by Bee on

Hi Tina.

Beautiful picture at the start of this lovely anniversary tribute, and the last stanza is so moving.

Best thoughts,

Bee

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

From my heart, Bee, thank you.

Tina

 

Submitted by Shannan on

Exquisite Tina, exquisite. Your talent, eloquence and ability to touch other's hearts resounds in this piece... I don't think many of us can explain those tears that overflow from our hearts when our souls journey beyond ourselves in tune with the context of ourselves, the crafted words, the soul-sharing... those tears are appreciation and awesomeness in themselves, wonderful beyond words. 

THANK-YOU :-) 

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Shannan - you have me at a loss for words. Yours say it all.

Tina

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

As usual you have a knack of filling in delightful little details, like how she saved for that grand piano, and the different ways people understand verse, sometimes affected, but unable to analyse or explain which  part or how. And the bit about the leaf being held in suspension as you write about it …
And the last stanza is moving.
warm regards, Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Warm regards to you, Rhiannon, and I thank you for your empathy and intuition.

Tina

 

Submitted by scratch on

Hello Tina.  Not easy to comment on a poem of this depth.  I was going to play it safe and stick to praising its technicalities but sod it.

This is an immensely affecting piece of poetry and your ability to put these together without ever falling into the realms of sentimentality never fails to amaze me.  'Poetry as code' she said did she?  With a turn of poetic phrase like that she could only have been your daughter.

I wish that it were different and that you still had her.  I believe that only those who have first hand experience can understand what you feel, I pray to God or whatever there is that I never find out.

I hope that the new year is kind.

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Thank you, so very much, scratch, and I echo, with all my heart and soul, your good wishes for the new year.

Tina

 

Submitted by VeraClark on

 Beyond the obvious beauty of this piece, in trying to comprehend and contextualise pain I simply can't, I was thinking about how powerfully you sustain your daughter's memory in your own code as a matter of course. You make sure that your daughter's  'unread stanza' is read about in the most beautiful way you know how to. Thinking of you lots, Tina. 

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Your words, and thoughts, more than appreciated, Vera.

Tina