Chess

Cherry

By Silver Spun Sand

Sun, 26 Jul 2015
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And then there are moments
she nestles her head
in my lap...her breathing
as one with the ether
of forever, 
 
bending
the down on my arms
dusk – fast falling outside
and I recall how, somehow,
she had the knack of staving 
off time. 
 
It was the day
I went down to the kitchen –
the thin skin of the night 
peeling back, 
 
instinctively I knew 
she’d lost the fight, but, 
it was OK...she’d already said
her goodbyes.
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Poem
Silver Spun Sand Poems
Spiritual
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Comments

Submitted by celticman on

ether, as a word or world, kinda jar, but hey alive with the stars. a poem of doom, but with little or no gloom. 

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

'Alive with the stars'...indeed.

 

Submitted by Bee on

It was the day
I went down to the kitchen –
the thin skin of the night 
peeling back, '                    

That's exquisitly delicately worded, Tina. And the following words are more heartbreaking for their matter-of-factness. 

'but, 
it was OK...she’d already said
her goodbyes.' 

X

Bee

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

...and she had, bless her.

Thank you, Bee

X

Tina

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

A quiet moment of poignancy, gently described. Is Chess the cat. I noticed you had another verse on the IP last night, but I couldn't stop then and was looking for it this morning! regards, Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

I did have another one on, Rhiannon, as you quite rightly say, for the IP,  but I wanted to work on it...so watch this space, as they say.

My thanks to you for reading, Rhiannon,  sharing your thoughts...and for that amazing 'eagle eye' of yourssmiley

Tina

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Sad poem Tina, but a tribute to a faithful friend.

This one touched my soul, having lost cats myself.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by hilary west on

Touching poem that says so much. 'The thin skin of the night peeling back' I Iike particularly.

Best Wishes, HW

 

Submitted by hilary west on

Touching poem that says so much. 'The thin skin of the night peeling back' I Iike particularly.

Best Wishes, HW