You would hardly have known
she had gone, but for the buds
on the juniper tree, blaring
into blossom, when hoar frost
was still feathering the vine...
but for the silence of her violin,
never have known she’d died
beneath a Winter’s moon
spilling from the mouths
of mounding clouds...
Never been aware of her passing,
except for the tolling of a bell,
as it rolled on through a dismal,
December’s morn. Not known
at all...save for the whippoorwill’s
plaintive song, begging she stay,
just one more day...holding back
the creep and the sweep of the tide,
and the heaven’s sweet sway.
Comments
lavadis | January 27, 2012 - 14:30
I really enjoyed this - read it several times - very good work indeed
MistakenMagic | January 27, 2012 - 14:53
"blaring
into blossom, when hoar frost
was still feathering the vine..."
- love these images, Tina. This poem has a beautifully serene yet sad feel to it and it flows perfectly. Well done on the cherries!
Magic xxx
the unfolding head | January 27, 2012 - 15:39
really like this...agree with magic, flows perfectly
oldpesky | January 27, 2012 - 15:45
It's not even been up for two hours and I've already been back a few times. Really like this one, Tina.
skinner_jennifer | January 27, 2012 - 16:08
This poem really took my breath away...in one word
Tina. Perfect!
Jenny.
Silver Spun Sand | January 27, 2012 - 16:35
Well thank you, lavadis. Kind of you to read and comment so positively;-)
Tina
Silver Spun Sand | January 27, 2012 - 16:37
Much appreciate your words, Magic, and you picked out the bit that I had most fun with...delving into my thesaurus and suchlike;-)
Tina xxx
Silver Spun Sand | January 27, 2012 - 16:38
Gosh, op, that is a compliment if ever I heard one. Many thanks for it;-)
Tina
Silver Spun Sand | January 27, 2012 - 16:38
Thank you, Jenny. You quite took my breath away with your lovely comment too;-)
Tina
Silver Spun Sand | January 27, 2012 - 16:39
Many thanks, tuh..so pleased you thought so;-)
Tina
Highhat | January 27, 2012 - 18:57
What absolutely divine reminders Tina- I like these lines the best.. just one more day...
.save for the whippoorwill’s
plaintive song, begging she stay,
just one more day..
Don Michael | January 27, 2012 - 19:23
Thank you,
Your heart filled mine,
Don
Silver Spun Sand | January 27, 2012 - 19:30
Thank you so very much, Pia;-) You picked my favourite lines too.
Tina;-)
Silver Spun Sand | January 27, 2012 - 19:31
Don - your comment is a poem in itself, and I thank you for it...beautiful as it is.
Tina
maisie | January 27, 2012 - 20:35
lovely balance of nature and the passage of life.
scratch | January 27, 2012 - 21:19
Well, when all the commenters pick out a different line or different image as a favourite something's gone very very right and I'll add my halfpenny's worth; best for me is "spilling from the mouths of mounding clouds". There, I think now the whole poem is someone's favourite bit!
Florian | January 27, 2012 - 21:22
Excellent - stupid word really, sounds like I'm giving you marks at the end of class and it's infinitely better than that.
hilary west | January 27, 2012 - 22:13
What a sweet and accomplished poem !
Cavalcaderl | January 27, 2012 - 23:59
new Silver-Spun-Sand
Tina,beautifully written
all of the poem,lump in my throat
sadness. Well done on the cherries!
That is a good writer,make one sit up!
julie x
Silver Spun Sand | January 28, 2012 - 09:09
Well thank you, Maisie;-) Tina
Silver Spun Sand | January 28, 2012 - 09:11
scratch...I think I have said this to you before, but you do have the most wonderful way of looking at things, and in this case, I would have to agree with you, and also say, mine too;-)
Silver
Silver Spun Sand | January 28, 2012 - 09:14
Florian - nobody ever said 'excellent' to me at the end of class; certainly not the the maths one. In fact I can't repeat what the teacher usually used to say to me;-)
Seriously though, in my book, your words would get an A*!
Thank you.
Tina;-)
Silver Spun Sand | January 28, 2012 - 09:15
Good to hear from you, Hilary, and thank you;-)
Tina
Silver Spun Sand | January 28, 2012 - 09:16
I'm glad I made you 'sit up', Julie. What a lovely way to put it;-)
Pleased you enjoyed, and have a lovely weekend.
Tina x
Linda Wigzell Cress | January 28, 2012 - 10:22
The whippoorwill has it - plaintive and so beautiful. A great poem.
blighters rock | January 28, 2012 - 10:29
Concise and exacting in its message, this is proof that the power of one's love can overcome weight of loss.
Silver Spun Sand | January 28, 2012 - 13:00
Linda, you are most certainly right about the whippoorwill. So pleased you enjoyed and I really appreciate your telling me;-)
Tina
Silver Spun Sand | January 28, 2012 - 13:01
Richard, you hit the nail on the head, too, with your words. So very true.
Tina;-)
fatboy74 | January 28, 2012 - 14:58
I'm not surprised this has so many comments Tina - it is stunningly beautiful and reads 'triffik' as Del Boy might say. :-)
Silver Spun Sand | January 28, 2012 - 15:18
What a 'triffik' thing to say, fb. Ta...muchly;-)
Tina
Dynamaso | February 1, 2012 - 06:10
Ah, its all been said before I got here... And I agree with it all - so simply beautiful. I love the idea of buds 'blaring' - perfect!
Silver Spun Sand | February 1, 2012 - 09:08
Thanks, Dynamaso. Pleased you enjoyed;-)
Tina
Indrani Ananda | February 6, 2012 - 19:22
Indrani Ananda
"But for the silence of her violin" - this line says it all if one is a musician. This poem is so poignant it hurts, Tina, the feeling of remorseful awareness in an uncaring world, the way everything carries on as if one had never been a part of it once. I challenge you to read it out loud without a tear. I loved it.
Indrani.
Silver Spun Sand | February 6, 2012 - 19:31
I tried, Indrani...to my husband, and I couldn't. He had to read it himself.
Many, many thanks for your lovely words.
Tina