No black-on-white words offer you peace;
they prick your eyes like black roses
instead – the charcoal bouquet.
Words cannot resurrect.
Even if you wrap them in a card,
decorated with sympathies
like a pat on the shoulder.
Words cannot resurrect.
They can only emphasise your loss;
littering the fireplace shelf
where framed x-rays rest in peace.
Words cannot resurrect
what had bled from the womb…
Nathan Bednarek 2009.
Comments
Silver Spun Sand | April 17, 2009 - 12:34
An extrememly 'strong' piece, Nathan - especially these particular words:-
"They can only emphasise your loss;
littering the fireplace shelf
where framed x-rays rest in peace."
Much is written between the lines I suspect.
Good work.
Tina x
threeleafshamrock | April 17, 2009 - 14:29
Brilliant! Captures perfectly the 'situation'; sometimes perceived as less than a loss and more of a non-event. Super!
Chris
MistakenMagic | April 21, 2009 - 18:12
A very haunting piece Nathan. A friend of mine had to go through this horrible experience. Some beautiful imagery that leaves me at a loss as to what to say.
Magic xxx
Nathan Bednarek | April 21, 2009 - 18:26
Thank you guys, I'm glad you like this ;-)
Beeme | August 31, 2009 - 19:47
Sorry again for the late commenting from me :) I found this very strong as Tina said, and extremely good. I liked the repetition of 'words cannot resurrect', very true. Great poem, the last lines are haunting.
Beeme xx
Nathan Bednarek | October 23, 2009 - 01:22
Cheers Beeme! Much appreciated ;-)
Nolan | March 28, 2010 - 21:13
Makes me think of speech and email. Once sent off too late for heroes can’t be undone. Careful!! The heat of the moment! &
Nathan Bednarek | April 2, 2010 - 23:14
hehe thanks ;-)