I think it is quite safe to say that this is gut wrenching beauty. Thank you for inspiring us to be just a bit better. Well inked sir. Well done indeed
this reminds me of my best friend, Paula, who died in 1984 at the age of 27---
way too soon...she was colorful in so many ways and lit up my life.
thanks for this.
the irony of an empty place shaped like you...that works really well to end this piece.
jacob
Posted 11 Years Ago
11 Years Ago
loss is a really s****y part of life. it's always too soon to lose someone you love, no matter what .. read moreloss is a really s****y part of life. it's always too soon to lose someone you love, no matter what the reason.
jeez bob, what can i say...I love all your stuff. However, this one is special. Best of your stuff I have seen so far, not that I'm a big deal expert. I love it...wish it was mine! I like it when you shorten it up like this one.
I have the same problem as you.. there are many holes in varying shapes and sizes.. they shrink over time but are still there.. I like your poen very much..
Posted 11 Years Ago
11 Years Ago
thank you for your comments. it's nice to know i'm not the only one plagued by these things.
Great, strong, imagestic (not a word, but I'm making it one lol) start but then it seems to trickle down and lose it as the poem goes on.
The ending seems too cliche with the hole shaped like the missing person...
I do love comparing the person to a fluttering leaf being swept away in a mass of fall colors. that is beautiful.
thank you for sharing.
Posted 11 Years Ago
11 Years Ago
thanks for the comments. i see what you mean about there being a difference between the beginning an.. read morethanks for the comments. i see what you mean about there being a difference between the beginning and ending of this poem. as far as the ending being cliche...maybe. but how many ways are there to express that personalized emptiness? these aren't even ghosts. ghosts have more substance. these are voids that no one, nothing else can fill. that was the best description i could think of.
This is beyond beautiful.. it has touched my heart deeply. The "I will wait for you
because......
because......
because there is a place here
that is empty
it's been a while since i wrote this. that empty space is still there but it's not as painful. now i.. read moreit's been a while since i wrote this. that empty space is still there but it's not as painful. now it's more like.... see that empty space there? it was once filled with an extraordinary person that i'm so lucky to have known. still, i wait and hope.
11 Years Ago
I understand that also.. I wonder if that void can ever be filled. Maybe someone will come along an.. read moreI understand that also.. I wonder if that void can ever be filled. Maybe someone will come along and heal and grace that space or I wonder if we are mean't to always know it and feel it in life lesson form.. hmmm I hope the void is able to heal..xo
11 Years Ago
i think other people (including the ones who left the void) think of others as milestones on a journ.. read morei think other people (including the ones who left the void) think of others as milestones on a journey. something to take note of and move on. lessons to be learned. experiences to have had. no loose ends. simply that page completed, on to the next. i wish i could think like that.
This reminds me, if in a more heart-wrenching fashion, of something I wrote over thirty years ago, entitled, "Ode to an Un-met Love". The feeling of knowing the She is out there, though as yet you do not know her name, or where "Somewhere" is, is at once terribly frustrating, and consoling. I get the impression that this is an elegy to someone you knew, or thought you knew, who has chosen to become No-Longer-Available to you. That may be a worse scenario than the previous....
Posted 11 Years Ago
11 Years Ago
very astute impression you got from this. yes. it was an elegy to a ship that passed in the night. a.. read morevery astute impression you got from this. yes. it was an elegy to a ship that passed in the night. a friend. an infatuation. moving on is not something that i take to very well.
my name's bob. small 'b'. a hold-over from my e.e. cummings stage of writing. i just never went back to reclaim the capital B. or the capital letters to begin paragraphs and sentences. no significance.. more..