A Poem by Emily Feret

We have to write poems for my class and this week were assigned to write an Elegy, which is a poem you write in remeberance of someone.






Suddenly, I'm awake


Searching for you



Until I am consoled

by a hand


On my shoulder


A reminding hand


A hand that's real


Like your was


When you would place

your hands on my face


With that look of

sheer determination and you would squeeze


And laugh and laugh


Again and Again


Why do I drown myself

in materials to try to arouse some kind of feeling


When you can find

such contentment in a funny face


When you could




 I still look where I step to avoid your toys


Your trail of things

for me to pick up several times over


You, my tornado


Strong winds


Building, Creating,



Quick hugs on-the-run




Destroying everything

in its wake


Leaving me to pick up

the pieces




Leaving me to hide

your clothes


in a box


in your closet


that I go to when I'm





The clothes that let

me believe you're still here


even for a moment


because they are

still clinging to you




But when I open my



I see the clothes

you'll never grow into and out of






And I am awake




When your heart beats

outside your chest


It is easily broken


Leaving you an empty



With phantom pains

you try to scratch




You left with eyes

wide open


Blue, and piercing


As if you had just

discovered something new




Blue and piercing


Like the water I

ripped you out of




Blue and piercing


Like the summer sky

that day




Blue, piercing,






You always had the

ability to take my breath away


But not that morning

© 2015 Emily Feret

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Very good, dear poet. You have captured deep emotions and remembrances in this honest poem. I hope you will continue writing poems. I also hope you will let us know what grade you received for this assignment.

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Emily Feret

6 Years Ago

We don't really get grades, for how can you really "grade" art, I always found that idea of someone .. read more

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