against which puffs of white stand stark
reminders of a past lost to me
a flash of brilliant scarlet darts past
a sudden cry threatens to draw a smile to my lips
shadows slowly lengthen
drawing a curtain over another day
one more day closer to life alone
Looking outside, at Mama Zen’s behest, and turning a sunny spring day into a daunting, scarey thing. Written for today’s Words Count prompt.
I sit in darkness
unable to feel the warmth of the sun
the caress of the wind
the kiss of the rain
the security of the earth.
I sit alone
but in the company of grief.
The faces of lost souls appear
memories of voices speaking but unheard
for I cover my ears
unwilling to hear their goodbyes
unable to let them go.
Inspired by a conversation this morning, and the prompt by Robert Lee Brewer at Writer’s Digest’s Poetic Asides.
“Is there anybody there?”
I ask, but the voice I heard is already gone.
I wrap my arms around myself and close my eyes
Slip into that moment I never want to endure.
I feel tears slip down my cheeks because I know one day
I will lose you.
You were never mine to begin with
A dream, a wish, a magical moment between
Our two hearts.
I want to revel in that dream a while longer though
To pull the covers up over my head
Snuggle in to your side and slip back
into that bliss.
I know already I will lose you.
One day this will become impossible
You will take your touch away and leave me chilled.
Until then though
I give everything I can
Everything I am
Maybe staving off the inevitable moment
That silence is the only reply
When I call out “Is there anybody there?”
Written to answer the call over at Carry On Tuesday, which this week asks us to use the opening line “Is there anybody there?” from Walter de la Mare’s poem The Listeners.