On the Eve of~

On the Eve of~

A Poem by Lily Mae




(My) red wool coat with a fur collar barely stifled   
the great Northern winds.   
Snow gently fell on me, each flake feeling like a   
butterfly kiss with a dash of cold reality.   
With one hand I pull the fur collar tight around my   
neck as I gaze into their home from outside the kitchen window.   
  
Seeing them gathered together in front of the fire   
was almost so picture perfect that I forgot to breathe.   
I could feel the warmth of their moment permeate through   
the cold and felt it thaw the per-ma frost on my heart.   
  
They were curled up in their blankets with hot chocolate   
steaming while the marshmallow stuck to their lips, so sticky   
sweet the dog tried licking their sugary faces.   
  
(She), looked beautiful.  Pleased and content.  A calm in this   
house...on this one night.  I watched as she took herbed bundles,   
wrapped in string and threw them into the fire.  I inhaled deeply imaging   
the beautiful aroma of sage, cedar and lavender as it filled the room.   
I admired her beauty, and found myself feeling her heart beat in mine.   
  
(He), had a childlike look on his face, outshining that of the boys.   
Finding peace in watching and just being a part of it all of this Christmas   
Eve.   
It was this Eve more then others that he was grateful for still being here,   
present in this moment. Feeling more whole then in the past, at least in   
himself.  I shivered inside my coat, as I gazed upon him.   
  
With one hand holding my fur collar tight to my neck  I reached out with the other   
and placed it firmly against the window.   
Just for a moment I wanted to fall inside that room and just simply   
feel again.     
Little droplets of tears formed in my eyes and yet the cold froze them   
in their tracks. I can't even cry anymore...not even that is allowed.   
  
It was then that (He) glanced towards the window as if he could feel   
my energy from the outside looking in.   
  
I wonder...does he still feel me?   
  
Leaving his chair he went to the front door and glanced towards   
the window.  The new fallen snow had drifted over my footprints.   
It was as if I never existed...there was no sign of me...no sign of life.   
Closing the door on the black cold abyss of the night, he went back   
to his chair and his thoughts drowned in memory's inside the flames of the fire. 
  
Christmas morning (He) was the first to rise and went to get hot water on   
for the cocoa.   
It was then that his eye caught the frozen imprint of (My) hand.  Tears formed in his eyes   
as he placed his hand over mine.  For a moment...he allowed himself to be   
who he truly was meant to be...(My eternal Starshine)   
  
The door of my heart closed once again...a corpse of a woman   
frozen in time...   
  
I have lost everyone, everything,  I stand alone...by choice now   
in this death...of this Eve


© 2013 Lily Mae



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wow Lilly an exceptional piece of work...you place so much emotion within this one...so many ways of interpreting this one...realistic in its creativity, captivating your audience...really nice work...

Posted 4 Years Ago


Lily Mae

3 Years Ago

Thank you so much Art.. I appreciate the read and wonderful review..xoxo
Thank you for sharing the amazing poem. I had to read a few times. I felt like a outsider looking into a tale of struggle and need. You painted a beautiful and sad picture with your words and thoughts. It was a sad ending. Hard to accept things we do not desire. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

Posted 4 Years Ago


Lily Mae

4 Years Ago

Thank you so much Coyote..xo
Quite the storyteller. I could feel the gut wrenching heartbreak running through me.
So glad to see you writing again.

Posted 4 Years Ago


Lily Mae

4 Years Ago

Thank you... It felt good to give it a try... Xo
The Rock And Roll Cowboy(REBEL WITH A CAUSE)

4 Years Ago

You should be proud of yourself.
this is so heartbreaking yet as I have always read in your work and you it is laced in strength. you are a remarkable and beautiful person.

Posted 4 Years Ago


Lily Mae

4 Years Ago

Thank you so much for reading me and for the lovely comment. xo I think you are a remarkable man f.. read more
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:: very beautiful piece, dear light... very moving and overwhelming... :: mr. r.f. jordan had once told me the concept of the johari blindspot... what i mean is that they don't forget the girl, they lock her up in a corner of their minds... like a secret trophy... the girl doesn't cease to exist... she becomes a prized possession... except that she's never spoken to or spoken of... :: i can't really understand this but as you know... i've been someone's secret... and these days... i'm in the process of being brought back to life... i don't know what will happen ultimately though... a part of me is just watching my own story unravel as a spectator would... i feel like i'm watching a movie which has me in it...

Posted 4 Years Ago


Lily Mae

4 Years Ago

I'm selfish and still am in hopes that it's me he chooses... I'm trusting that the universe brought .. read more
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4 Years Ago

:: it's good to be stubborn, no ? ... lol... i'm glad we are stubborn... :P
Lily Mae

4 Years Ago

Me too :D...
Oh Lily Mae, this is such a beautifully sad depiction of being the other woman. This is a lovely expressive piece of prose poetry told in a winter's tale of a metaphor that is so very apt.....beautiful in it's juxtaposition of the cold outside the relationship and the warmth inside which you cannot share.

Posted 4 Years Ago


Lily Mae

4 Years Ago

Thank you John... I appreciate you and your review..xo
This was actually very good, although I would classify it more as a short story rather than a poem! I really liked how you built it up! I especially liked the fact that you left out the circumstances that made her lose everything! You gotta give the reader something to think about! Well done!

Posted 4 Years Ago


Lily Mae

4 Years Ago

Your right. I tend to post under poetry with my story's, and or prose. Bad habit. :) But thank yo.. read more
An intense, and complex emotional scene. brilliant write :) liked the gradual change . It was not so predictable :)

Posted 4 Years Ago


Lily Mae

4 Years Ago

Thank you so much Anand..xo

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