Letting Go

Cherry

By Silver Spun Sand

Thu, 22 Jan 2015
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If only we could begin again,
or at the very best... forget, but gradually
for love is precious, love is rare...
 
let it melt into the air as deliquescent chords
of the cello.
 
Let him, and me, bid farewell, but tenderly –  
to what we had, and with its ending
create a new beginning
 
softly, as is offered up a prayer
to some or other god somewhere
we pretend we believe in.
 
Forget the jasmine, he pinned in my hair
one balmy summer’s night  when someone
played violin;  
 
how he washed my feet in tremulous water
turned my wounds to silver crescents
 
forget the timbre of his tone...all seabirds
and stars and flying fish 
 
let it all go, 
but preciously;
the life we shared –
for the sheer hell of it...
 
Forget the mountains I climbed with him
and fern fronds we watched unfurl – the bread
we baked, together, butterfly shadows
we made on a wall as we shared
the oneness of the dawn.
 
Let us forget, but slowly – not because
our hearts have grown cold, but because he’s given me
all of everything he owned – the span of this,
his one allotted moment.
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Comments

Submitted by Canonette on

Very beautiful and moving.  Letting go is very painful - I hope you can do so gently.

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

My thanks for your words, Canonette

Tina

 

Submitted by Philip Sidney on

Cuts to the quick, but like a warm knife through butter.  So beautiful and true.

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Thank you, Philip.  Pleased you liked and that you told me in such a delightful waysmiley

 

Submitted by Bee on

Heartbreaking.

Bee

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Obliged to you, Bee

Tina

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

I'm always amazed at the juxtapositions you manage of such different memories – eg 'fern fronds we watched unfurl – the bread we baked' And the last two lines are really lovely.
I can't make out what you are meaning in your fourth verse, 'as is offered up a prayer to some or other god somewhere we pretend we believe in.' D'you want to enlighten me?
There is a lot to possibly help others in the way you introduce the world of 'letting go', and a life of memories.
Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Hi there, Rhiannon, thanks for reading and for your inspiring thoughts.

As to the line you query, what I was endeavouring to say is that the interpretation of God, or of a god,  tends to be something deeply personal to each one of us. Mind you, that's only my viewpoint, and again, everyone else's is something unique to them.

Pleased you enjoyed, and blessings to you and yours this sunny Saturday.  Well, at least, here it issmiley

Tina

 

 

Submitted by jeand on

Hi Tina

Beautiful and poignant - and lovely to read and think about.

Jean

Jean Day

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

My thanks to you,as ever, Jean

Tina

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

A poem of love and the hope that one day you can begin again giving new memories a chance to prosper, though hard to let go of the ones you have now.

Much food for thought in these words Tina.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Thank you, so much, Jenny.  Pleased you thought so.

Tina