Clair de Lune

Cherry

By Silver Spun Sand

Fri, 23 Aug 2013
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13 comments
 

 A cigarette, stubbornly, burns on

in an ashtray, as memories drift

like smoke behind me; dog me

to the window.

 

That’s when her sigh

bends the down on my neck...

a sudden draught as with

the opening of a door,

 

and from another room,

strains of a piano –

hair - the colour of

moonlight through trees

teasing her shoulders, as fainter,

the music grows...soft

as snowflakes, feathering

a frozen pond.

 

And then, she is gone, but for moments

such as these...yet, you’d know –

you’ve seen them before...

 

when I spring-clean my mind

of mixed metaphors, double

negatives, and the odd cobweb,

or two, she breezes in as if words

are air, and through them

she can breathe again...

 

 

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Silver Spun Sand Poems
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Comments

Submitted by moonphish on

beautiful...especially liked "bends the down on my neck" ..."hair-the colour of moonlight through trees" and "snowflakes feathering a frozen pond" :) - alvin

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Thanks, alvin.  More than appreciated;-)

Tina

 

Submitted by seashore on

wonderful

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Ta, muchly, Coral. 

Hope things are well with you;-)

Tina

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Such a haunting poem Tina...very much enjoyed.  Jenny.

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Obliged to you for reading, Jenny;-) 

Hope you have  a lovely bank-holiday weekenkd.

Tina

 

Submitted by Bee on

Hi Tina.

As Jenny says, this is haunting. You can hear the piece being played on the piano in the background throughout. I hope you won't mind me saying that years ago, when my grandad died, I chose this music to be played at his funeral, I liked it so much.

Beautiful imagery - lovely poem to keep reading.

 

 

 

 

 

Bee

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Hi there, Bee.  I also chose Debussy's Clair de Lune, for my daughter's funeral.  It was always her signature tune, and your granddad too, it would seem;-)

Many thanks for your lovely words.

Tina

 

Submitted by Linda Wigzell Cress on

Exquisite.  I felt that sigh.

Linda

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Thank you, so very much, Linda.

Tina

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Cathy...so very kind of you to say so.  And the tune IS perfection itself...unless played by me, of course;-)

Pleased you enjoyed so much and thanks for letting me know.

Tina

 

Submitted by VeraClark on

You capture this spiritual encounter with language as delicate and glowing as the ephemeral experience itself. Your poem gives a strong affirmation that the gone is never too far and that nothing just fades away. That is an inspiration to the reader. I would like volumes of your poetry by my bed.

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Thanks for your words, Vera.  They mean a lot to me.

 

Tina