Freefall

Cherry

By Silver Spun Sand

Fri, 08 Aug 2014
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If you are the first to go, who 
will listen with me while
this quiet epiphany leadens...
watch with me the fading
of the green to brown...
witness this trembling of stars
in a cosmos, as blue as my pain?
 
Who will I have to hold me
through this black-backed night,
until dawn breaks?
 
You are the weft, and the weave
of my life – the tapestry would fall apart 
with you not here;
 
you are the four points of the compass,
my true north...my plumb-line.
 
Time will still continue to pass, 
thrum its largo beat, but my clock
will have no hands, and although life, 
outside these walls, where you
were the only place to be, would still go on,
who would catch me at the end of all
my tumbling days?
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Silver Spun Sand Poems
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Comments

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

There's such saddness in this poem Tina, 

the words are those that I can relate to,  when you love someone so deeply that they've been a part of your life for so long,  it's hard to imagine them not there.  Yes...this definitely bought a lump to my throat and an ache in my heart.

Though on saying that I thought your metaphors were brilliant,  especially:

You are the weft,  and the weave

of my life - the tapestry would fall apart

with you not here;

Also:

you are the four points of the compass,

my true north...my plumb line.

There's so much love in this poem and was well written as always Tina.

Jenny. 

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Jenny - you're spot on about that lovesmiley

And such wise words you write.  Thank you for them.

Tina

 

 

Submitted by Bee on

Hi Tina. I really felt the emotions behind your words. My mum talks like this more and more often and your poem expresses those feelings so perfectly. I've read it several times now and each time, have found something new to like. And each time, have felt sadder. I think it was that picture of the lone leaf that did me in the end. 

Bee

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Thank you, so very much, for your words, Bee.  

Tina

 

Submitted by Philip Sidney on

This is so beautiful.  I love how you use the image of hands.  Time has no meaning when there are no hands to catch one.  Sad but positive in that an individual's importance is being expressed.

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

You put in a nutshell, Philip.  Many thanks, and hey...have a peaceful Saturdaysmiley

Tina

 

Submitted by Starfish Girl on

A lovely poem, I especially like the last verse.

Reminds me of some of John Donne's poems.

Lindy

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Hi there, Lindy.  Good to hear from you.  

So pleased you likedsmiley  

Tina

 

Submitted by jolono on

Beautifully put Tina. I love the line about time passing but your clock having no hands. Really lovely.

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Thanks for reading, jolono.  I really appreciate it, and your lovely wordssmiley

Tina