Moving on

Cherry

By bhi

Tue, 17 Aug 2021
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8 comments
 

 

When I moved into this house

Your shadow attached itself to me

And settled in too.

 

I searched every room,

Inside the wardrobes,

Under the eaves,

 

Behind the bookshelves,

Hoping I would find you.

Doors were unlocked.

 

Windows flung open.

I called out your name,

Impressions of you, your voice inside my head,

 

Until one day the birds replied,

Their songs coloured by another weather,

Notes dripping with light from a star still beating,

 

And I, heart silenced, listened, understood:

We cannot live hanging onto echoes,

New symphonies are waiting to be created.

 

Certificate 15
Poem
On the Theme of IS

Comments

Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on

Another wonderful, very moving poem, thank you. Have I already asked you to read at our reading event? It would be lovely if you could. All details on the front page

 

Submitted by bhi on

Thank you for the kind comments. I would be happy to read at your event, and thank you for asking.

 

Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on

That's wonderful I look forward to seeing you there:

https://www.abctales.com/blog/insertponceyfrenchnamehere/abctales-virtua...

 

Submitted by Mark Burrow on

What a brilliant poem. 

 

Submitted by bhi on

The intention was to keep it as simple as possible while conveying as much as possible. Thank you for reading.

 

Submitted by marandina on

A poem where there is as much unsaid as said in the poem. Expertly done, bhi :)

 

Submitted by bhi on

Thank you, M. I was aiming to paint just the bare bones and let the implied and hidden hang from them. 

 

 

Submitted by bhi on

Good to hear from you, Goth, and thank you for your comments.

Those memory triggers are everywhere, and no matter what path is plotted there is always the chance encounter, though I have asked myself many times whether that "chance" was really "chance" and just how complicit are we in their creation/activation.