~Period.

Last time I saw you, you were zoetic

we take life's every day nuances for granted

you dug us both a grave with your last breath

memories keep you alive in your absence

your face only visible within a photograph

there is no sense of touch or grasp of poetry

a period           at the end of your sentence

halted dead in its last tearful stanza

all musical tracks mute by eradication

Author's Note

Reviews

[s y e]

The loss of someone you love is hard to deal with. This is such a powerful write. Although they are gone, and we're in pain we still relive those memories, we still have all those amazing memories that we can look back on. I loved the title. This whole write was absolutely amazing!

[Frieda P]

Sorry I missed this lovely review Sye, much appreciated my friend.

[Onku Ghosh]

The loss of a beloved is hard-to -come-to -terms with. Your poem states the obvious..'there is no sense of touch or grasp' so beautifully.I love the line "memories keep you alive in your absence'' This line says it all.love your style of writing

[Frieda P]

Wow, thanks so much Onku, really jazzed by your review.

[Pete Langley]

The desperate part of the period - the gap - is the sudden absence of the ability to touch....with hands, with eyes, with smell, with warmth...with all the signals of sharing we send, now with nowhere to connect. Very affecting for me, Frieda. P.

[Frieda P]

It's a reality that we deal with after the loss, never realize how empty it can feel, thanks so much dear Pete.

[ChemicalMadness]

I was sitting in a room....it was dark....there was sullen wine in tarnished glasses....you sat and told me these things....we were still. We drank. We didnt talk much. We understood.

That's where you took me.

CM.

[Frieda P]

Holy CM, you actually brought me to that dark room too, grazie mille.

[Mehak Mushtaq]

"you dug us both a grave with your last breath".. Thank fully, I have seen no death of any beloved of mine but your poetry, for a minute, made me actually live the sad experience.

[Frieda P]

You're lucky Mehak, hopefully it remains that way for a long time to come, thanks.

[Mehak Mushtaq]

Hopefully so. Anytime.

[icelandicblue]

I love the structure of this. Sometimes there is no warning, no time for that period to be placed. I hear this one in the center of my soul.

[Frieda P]

I know, never any warning blue, thanks for your thoughts here.

[nobody]

Yours is one of the first poems I've read since arriving here and your words expressed that horrific sense of loss in a way that reaches deep into the heart and soul. "All musical tracks mute by eradication" - that line at the end says it all for me.

[Frieda P]

Thank you for this great review Alexandra, and welcome to the cafe, so glad you enjoyed this one.

[Relic]

There's no one that can write like you. Period.

[Frieda P]

Wow Relic, you put a huge smile on this cranky face, it's been raining since forever and expected to continue to Wednesday but after this I think I'll make it through, thanks so much!

[Relic]

Welcome my dear. :)

[Samuel Jack]

Very emotionally resonating, a nice little poem on a sadly familiar subject, I'm sick of reading poetry by people contemplating suicide, they need to read these poems and see what they would leave in their wake. I do think you contemplate her act a little to much to be healthy, my friend has been gone two years now, but I refuse to do a poem on it. He made his choice and I make the better choice to live everyday. He would not want me to stay reflecting on him, obviously that's impossible and I know your situation was closer to home, but I do worry about you dear. Lets see some more life Poetry! Take a sweet deep breath xxx

P.s what does zoetic mean?

[Frieda P]

Zoetic means vital, and awake, living and breathing....now you sound like my good friend John, who would like only lovely poetry, I write what I feel in that moment and my emotions vacillate greatly. I wonder if anyone told Sylvia Plath she should only write pretty pieces.....I agree, no one contemplating suicide thinks of the pain they'll leave behind. I doubt my sister would want me reliving it either, but perhaps she should have thought of that before she took her own life too. Thank you kindly for your thoughts here Samuel, muchly appreciated.

[Samuel Jack]

Yes very true, most of my pieces are angry at humanity, it's what your feeling that makes it interesting to other people to read, otherwise you would be being fake and you can tell that a mile off! Love your poetry Frieda. Keep it up and do what you feel, I know you will anyway regardless ;) write me some more inspiring erotic poetry! It gets me goin In the morning, better than a cup o' joe!

[Frieda P]

Ha, I don't have it in me to be fake, I can tell when someone writes just for the helluva it and they don't interest me at all, I don't know if I've any Beethoven left in me, I'll try though and thanks again!

[TL Boehm]

How can a person be so alive - and then just gone? I remember after my grandma passed - and I so wanted to feel her presence...that whole thing about how angels and those who are gone can reach out and comfort...That you will still feel them with you...we were on the road - not far from where she lived - and I remember scanning the trees in the direction of her house - aching to feel her presence. And there was nothing - she was just gone. There's a longer story - but for now. When I read this - that horror of finality comes back so vividly in your words. I can feel it.

[Frieda P]

I don't know TL, I still have a hard time accepting it, especially since it was by her own hand, I think sometimes I feel her, but then I'm not sure if that's just wishful thinking on my part. Thanks so much for your thoughts here....

[Shivam Murari]

Well worded and structured. Meaning comes across brilliantly

[Frieda P]

Thanks so much Shivam.