From A Window

Cherry

By skinner_jennifer

Thu, 06 Aug 2020
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Smooth honey releases energy

sweeter than lingering syrupy kisses,

longing to feast on fruity delights...

caring too much these delicate matters,

 

weeping days of crushed rose petals

not easily grasped as tears take flight,

raven carries this woman's burdens

on wings to grieving worlds,

 

those impassive emotions where silent

imaginings weave webs of darkness,

snake sheds lingering fears and doubts,

besides words are just never enough.

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Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hi Trevor,

this is a poem about my late mum who died in August 2001. I get quite tearful when I remember how she jumped from the bathroom window to her death. Poor mum was in a very dark place and it breaks my heart that she never confided in me instead of ending her life.

For some reason this poem came to me and left me feeling melancholy. I felt almost as if the words were being put in my head, may be they were, I don't know if after all this time she's been trying to reach out to me, but I can't stop thinking about her.

Of course the poem can be read in any way the reader wishes to take it. It's kind of you to comment, and gives me a chance to explain this poem.

Many thanks.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by onemorething on

This is very moving, Jenny. Have read your explanation behind the poem. I'm so sorry that your mum was in such a distressed place and that you went through this terrible experience. Your last line has such power, given that, words are so often never enough for things like this. I hope you find some comfort in writing this for her when you recover from writing it, I find when I write about traumatic things that it can feel very upsetting, but eventually feels like a release. Thank you for sharing this. Rachel.

 

 

Submitted by Hades502 on

Outstanding, Jenny. This one is extraordinarily good. Well deserved cherries.

GGHades502

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

So sorry for your sad memories, Jenny. I'm sure your mother would have been devastated in her sadness if she'd been able to realise the long-term anguish it would cause you. But I think you have many happy memories of her before that overtook her.

I don't find poems like this easy to follow in meaning, but the words flow in a musical, soothing way. I know God can give understanding comfort.

Rhiannon

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Many thanks for stopping by to read Rachel. I'm feeling quite vulnerable at the moment, Covid is starting to get to me with so many rules. I'm just glad to have this place to come to where I can write my thoughts and share.

Thank you for the cherries too, much needed hugs.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Trevor you are so right about being able to write down how I'm feeling. Life is very hard for so many at the moment I know. August has always been a difficult month for me, but for some reason it's harder this year.

I appreciate and welcome your kind words, they're much needed.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Thank you GGHades502,

Jenny.

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

I'm so choked up with emotion Rhiannon, finding it hard to write through the tears, it must be your spiritual comment that feels like a hug.

Sorry this is short, but I'm finding it hard to write.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by Di_Hard on

"weeping days of crushed rose petals" beautiful!

 

I hope you are feeling a bit better? Have just read your other poem, and understand better after reading this. No wonder Summer is difficult for you! And now all these rules about not being with people makes it harder for your family and friends who love you to give you comfort.

I wish I could cheer you up? My son is missing his cat and dreaming about him he cries in his sleep. All I can think of to help is to say how lucky we were to have known him and that as he loved my son so much, he would not want him to be sad.

Your Mum sounds like she was sensitive like you, and also that she had so much love,  like you. She would want you to be happy, all Mums want that for their children, more than ANYTHING. All the good memories you made with her, like you said in one of your wonderful poems, they are the presents she gave you, that you can unwrap like new, over and over

 

Submitted by Di_Hard on

"weeping days of crushed rose petals" beautiful!

 

I hope you are feeling a bit better? Have just read your other poem, and understand better after reading this. No wonder Summer is difficult for you! And now all these rules about not being with people makes it harder for your family and friends who love you to give you comfort.

I wish I could do something? My son is missing his cat and dreaming about him he cries in his sleep. All I can think of to help is to say how lucky we were to have known him and that as he loved my son so much, he would not want him to be sad.

Your Mum sounds like she was sensitive like you, and also that she had so much love,  like you. She would want you to be happy, more than ANYTHING. All the good memories you made with her, like you said in one of your wonderful poems, they are the presents she gave you, that you can unwrap like new, over and over

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hello Di,

I'm afraid my poems have become very personal. I know that just lately they've been hard to understand, but up until this poem I just wanted the reader to take from it whatever they wished.

I'm so sorry for your son loosing his cat. I know exactly how it feels after loosing cats and dogs that gave so much pleasure while alive. I hope with time your son finds acceptance. Like you say, I'm sure my mum would want me to be happy and your son's cat would feel the same for your son.

Glad you liked the bit about the rose petals, roses were my mum's favourite flower, she knew everything about them, from pruning to names of different species, she always prefered the ones with a fragrance.

August has always been a bad month for me with her memory, but seems worse this year than others. I dreamt of mum last night, but the strange thing was I could hear her voice, but couldn't find her, I searched this unfamiliar house from room to room, but there wasn't anyone there...very strange.

I appreciate you reading this poem and letting me know your thoughts. There's so much pleasure in sharing and has made me feel so much better talking. So thank you so much and I hope you are taking care.

Much love always.

Jenny. xx