Grace


from the ABC set Silver Spun Sand Poems

The essence of you, still
lingers in this room, like
the smell of incense, long
after its ashes are cold...

your eyes look up at me
and I kiss them
with my mind and with
my fingertips...

but their amber glow
still warms my soul, long
after I close the album –
put it back on the shelf.

I hear your laugh – see
your smile – the piano
lid is down but still
I hear you play...

your hands and heart
in perfect unison
and harmony. You were
grace, itself...

and remember that night –
you were playing Mozart,
and then you stopped...
and we listened, instead,
to the quiet rain?

When it eased, we went
and sat in the hammock,
in the garden – worse
for wear, now...a bit like me.

And a bit like me,
the two tulip trees
it's strung between, shed
a silent tear...that they’ll
never again, get to hold you.

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Comments

celticman | June 27, 2011 - 22:52

find myself leaning into this poem. Well done.

JoseHdz | June 28, 2011 - 01:18

one of my favorites of yours! executed to perfection :)

cheers

Dynamaso | June 28, 2011 - 02:49

Another beautiful piece, Tina. What more can I say!

Highhat | June 28, 2011 - 03:51

so sad but very well expressed Tina
have a sunny Tuesday

;)Pia

seashore | June 28, 2011 - 07:48

poignant and beautifully written

Silver Spun Sand | June 28, 2011 - 07:49

celtic - thanks;-) Tina

Silver Spun Sand | June 28, 2011 - 07:51

Jose - glad you thought so, and much appreciate your words;-)

Have a sunny week.

Tina

Silver Spun Sand | June 28, 2011 - 07:51

Thanks, so very much, Coral. Pleased you thought so;-)

Tina

Silver Spun Sand | June 28, 2011 - 07:53

Many thanks, Pia...and the very same to you, although right this minute, where I am it is rather grey and overcast, but very, very humid.

Tina;-)

Silver Spun Sand | June 28, 2011 - 07:54

Mark - you've said it all, and I thank you;-)

Tina

Silver Spun Sand | June 28, 2011 - 09:51

Richard - much obliged to you for reading this, and for your more than valued feedback;-)

Tina

L G Meadows | June 28, 2011 - 10:34

Lovely, this shows that though the album is closed the pictures are never gone from our minds.

vagabondpsyche | June 28, 2011 - 11:05

beautiful

Silver Spun Sand | June 28, 2011 - 12:17

How right you are LG;-)

Tina

Silver Spun Sand | June 28, 2011 - 12:21

Thank you;-)

Tina

MistakenMagic | June 28, 2011 - 12:36

Love that first stanza, Tina, and the ending is perfection - beautiful bookends for a beautiful poem!

Magic xxx

Silver Spun Sand | June 28, 2011 - 12:41

Thanks, so much, Magic. Love your term 'beautiful bookends'...beautiful in itself;-)

Tina xxx

skinner_jennifer | June 28, 2011 - 15:54

I read so much love in this piece Tina,
simply beautiful.

Jenny.

barryj1 | June 28, 2011 - 16:28

"...that they’ll
never again, get to hold you."

You saved the best for last. Beautiful sentiments, lovely poem.

SundaysChild | June 28, 2011 - 16:29

Stunning!

Silver Spun Sand | June 28, 2011 - 17:40

And you read correctly, Jenny. Many thanks for 'almost reading my mind';-)

Tina

Silver Spun Sand | June 28, 2011 - 17:41

Thanks, barry. Much appreciated;-) Tina

Silver Spun Sand | June 28, 2011 - 17:41

Fantastic you thought so;-) And thanks.

Tina

Cavalcaderl | June 29, 2011 - 20:55

new Silver-Spun-Sand
Beautiful poem of love and
deep memories, all written in
the poem. But you certainly know
how to do.And the last stanza says it all.
Well deserved cherry!
julie x

Silver Spun Sand | June 29, 2011 - 21:02

Julie - thanks so much. Have a sunny rest of the week.

Tina xx

Kahdai | July 7, 2011 - 12:28

Not sad atall Tina, beautiful and full of love K x

Silver Spun Sand | July 7, 2011 - 15:03

Many thanks, Kahdai;-) T x

Nathan Bednarek | July 29, 2011 - 14:44

I felt incredibly drawn to this poem as I read it, making it impossible for me not to feel the emotions it was describing, the memories it was reminiscing. I guess that's a mark of a brilliant writer and of a great heart.

"I hear your laugh – see
your smile – the piano
lid is down but still
I hear you play..."

Perhaps "Mother's Journey" by Yann Tiersen will sound nicely with this poem ;-)

Beautiful...

Nathan x

Silver Spun Sand | July 29, 2011 - 18:44

What a lovely comment, Nathan. Very much appreciated, and I think you are definitely right about Yann Tiersen.

Many thanks, and have a great weekend.

Tina xx