The Letting Go

Cherry

By Silver Spun Sand

Sun, 28 Jun 2015
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If only we could begin again,
or at the very best... forget, but gradually
for love is precious, love is rare...
 
so let it do its best to melt into the air
as deliquescent chords
of the cello.
 
Let him, and me, if we can, bid farewell, 
but tenderly –  to what we had, and with its ending
create a new beginning
 
softly, as is offered up a prayer
to some or other god somewhere
we believe we believe in.
 
Forget the jasmine, he pinned in my hair
one balmy summer’s night  when someone
somewhere, played violin;  
 
forget the timbre of its tone...all seabirds
and stars and flying fish 
 
let it go, 
but preciously;
the life we shared –
for the sheer hell of it...
 
the hills I climbed with him – roads 
we drove led nowhere and beyond – seeds 
we sowed – watched grow, together,
 
the grey heron whose wide wings spread
captured the light from the first of morning red
in flypast of feather and quill; sharing the oneness 
of dawn at a window-sill.
 
Let it all go...as we did the hand
of our daughter when He came to tell us 
it was time for her to go with Him...
 
so if we could do it then, we can do it now,
not because our love’s grown cold,  but because 
we already gave all we owned;  our one, 
precious moment.
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Comments

Submitted by maisie on

on the word 'deliquescent' and had to go look it up.  Is this poem fashioned onto anothers rhyme scheme - or pattern, because it feels in places peculiarly familiar...

favourite bits.... '
"the grey heron whose wide wings spread
captured the light from the first of morning red
in flypast of feather and quill"

and 

"timbre of its tone...all seabirds
and stars and flying fish"

it's good as I see you fly in the spaces....  
 

maisie angel Guess what?  I'm still alive!

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Hi there, maisie.  Hope you are wellsmiley So good to hear from you, and yes, isn't that a lovely word...one which I discovered only recently.  As to your question, I guess every poet, or writer in general, including your good self, has their own style and it seems this is mine.  Thank you for looking at this piece in so much depth, and your favourite bits, mine too...and oh that we all could fly, but I don't think the birds would be over pleased. Might get a touch crowded up theresmiley  

Hope your week is a good one.

Tina

 

Submitted by maisie on

that to be a truly great poet you have to let go of the walls...    hence fly dear girl... fly :)

maisie angel Guess what?  I'm still alive!

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

I'll try, dear maisie, I'll try...but first of all I should need rather a large glass of Dutch couragesmiley

 

Submitted by love_writing on

Those last two stanzas are most poignant in addressing loss. Lovely poem.

love_writing

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Much appreciated, lw.  Thank you.

Tina

 

Submitted by Philip Sidney on

So beautiful 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

...as the sunrise, here, at least, this morning, Philip.  I hope the sun shines on you today, toosmiley  

 

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Very poignant to write, Tina. Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

My thanks to you, Rhiannon.

Tina

 

Submitted by Shannan on

... all I could feel was NO - Don't let go!!!

I totally understand that you have to, to survive, to stay sane through the perfect insanity of the life-death-life cycle and inescapable nature of life, but boy are those good times such rare gems... 

I always feel when I'm crying or missing someone as an association creeps up, that I am supremely blessed to have had such good experiences that I'm priviledged to cast a tear from my overflowing heart...

Stay well xx

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Shannan, your words and thoughts are priceless.  I thank you, so much, for sharing them.

All the best to you.

Tina xx

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Wouldn't it be wonderful if we could bottle and cork those precious moments we share with loved ones? To be able to open at leisure, so we could with all our senses, enjoy once more.

Your words touched a chord Tina, from one who finds it hard to let go of those special times.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Wouldn't it just, Jenny?  Wouldn't it just.

So pleased this piece resonated with you, and thanks, so much, for telling me.  Hope your Saturday is going well.  Mine's OK, although I'm a bit weary as I didn't get much sleep last night with the storms...spectacular thought they weresmiley

Tina