Something I Said

Cherry

By Silver Spun Sand

Wed, 12 Aug 2015
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Gentle – go gentle
I want to tell them 
as they lift you
from your bed to the chair...
 
my mind wanders
to when yours 
wasn’t knotted 
with so very many
dead-end roads...
 
How many times
we played, Ring-o-Roses;
presently, your bedsores pain me
a million times, it seems 
more than you. Watching
you wince, I die 
a thousand deaths.
 
Yet, this is your life, 
now, as I glance outside...
watch birds as they nest,
and recall how you fed them, always...
 
Maybe, in another world, 
a universe away, 
you’d be treasured more 
than in this one, 
 
and wish, with all my heart,
there’d be a fleeting lift of wings
into a clear, unruffled sky, 
 
evanescent as the reflection
of wild geese, glancing
 broken waters 
 
leaving me 
with gentler memories
of a beauty, too deep 
for these inglorious shores.
 
Gentle – go gentle,
I want to tell them,
as they lift you
from your bed
to the chair...
or did I already say?
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Comments

Submitted by Bee on

Such tenderness makes me want to weep reading this Tina. I feel the helplessness and see all that love, too. 

Bee

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Thank you, so very much, Bee.

Tina

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Hard to be a watcher, supporting but not able to suffer instead, or really, as you say, knowing what is being borne, or how. I had forgotten what evanescent meant, had to check! Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Hi there, Rhiannon.  Yes, isn't 'evanescent' a cracker of a word?!!smiley

A happy Thursday to you.

Tina

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

The fleeting lift of wings into a clear, unruffled sky, I found those words so moving Tina. Imagining the soul being lifted up and carried somewhere peaceful...such a beautiful thought.

Loved your poem.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Thanks, Jenny.  So pleased you did.

Tina

 

Submitted by Denzella on

A beautifully written although painful poem to read.  It reminds me of the  Dylan Thomas poem 'Do not Go Gentle Into That Good Night  although I know his poem is expressing a different view to yours.  Either way beautifully expressed.

Moya 

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Indebted to you, Moya.  Thanks, so much for making me smilesmiley

Tina