Opacity of Glass

Cherry

By Silver Spun Sand

Wed, 22 Jul 2015
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It’s been nearly three years
since that evening when the sky 
seemed to empty all at once;
over the rooftops a grey moon
danced and the rain stopped, 
and then started again, and 
we splashed in squally puddles 
on the grass.
 
Some afternoons I go walking 
on the ridge by the shawl of pines
where we’d stop – view our house
and when I get back...feel lost.
Lost, as I did that last night of ‘us’;
me – massaging your feet, and you
drifting off to an island, somewhere –
touch was your life-raft
 
until the breath was you, offered
itself up to a rosy-fingered dawn
bejewelled the pond – lifting
into nothingness, till even that, 
was gone, and in the orangery 
remained a phantom of the past; 
the abyss of your absence
on sun-struck glass. 
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Comments

Submitted by Yvonne Anderson on

Just beautiful Tina

Best wishes. Yvonne

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Thanks Yvonne.  Very much appreciate you taking the time to let me know you liked thissmiley

Tina

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

the abyss of your absence such a telling phrase in so many situations. Though it does reflect a good relationship that has been experienced. And for you, the shared enjoyment of the details of your surroundings, especially the nature around you. love, Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

You picked up on the crux of the matter with those first, five words, admirably, Rhiannon, but then you do have a knack with that.  Many thankssmiley.

Tina

 

Submitted by loquaciousicity on

Sad... but nevertheless uplifting---

Captured, had to read & re-read...

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Terry - thanks, so very much.  More than appreciated.

Tina

 

Submitted by EB on

Sometimes I think all the good suff makes everything that bit sadder. delicately written and beautiful.

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

And I think you are more than right, EB.  Your thoughts, inspired, as ever.

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

A moving poem indeed Tina,

so many memorable images, like;

over the rooftops a grey moon

danced and the rain stopped,

and then started again, and

we splashed in squally puddles

on the grass.

It's one of those poems that reaches deep into the soul, especially in the lines:

the abyss of your absence

on sun-struck glass.

Very poingnant words.

As always Tina you've excelled yourself.

Hope you and yours are keeping well.

Jenny.  smiley

 

 

 

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Thanks, Jenny.  Your words mean so very much to me.  Pleased you enjoyed, and really appreciate you looking at this poem in such depth.  It is more than rewardingsmiley

Tina