Your ghost hides in the corners of our wrinkled sheets,
reaching out transparent hands to grasp at my foolishness.
I've never enjoyed swimming naked in guilt's sea; it leaves me dripping remorse. It appears death's formidable grip can trump a full hand of indifference every time.
The mundane, repetitious days of our existence held me in perspective as one too ambivalent to shake his disembodied shoulders.
The scent of your demise, to me, seemed innocuous fleeting and unable to bloom.
But flowers, I've discovered, are fragile things that, in a short period of time, will die from the slightest chill.
And I" unbelievably" immersed in my neglectful, narrow corner unable to sympathize or relate to simple needs never noticed at all your petals falling one by one.
How often have men picked their flower in life only to ignore her later through the trials of marriage? Her tears like petals have fallen. Now, through her absence, he realizes too late, what he has done: Disregarded and Ignored his soul mate.
Note to self: Changed the picture and a couple of words.
A quick note:
~~This is by far my most popular poem. And yet, it didn't start that way. Many young people are offended by advice or suggestions from others. They feel insulted that someone would critique their writing.
As for me, I came here not just to share my writing but to learn as well. If it wasn't for suggestions from Rick Puetter and Girl Friday (see below) I don't think the poem would have been as good. The poet Richard also helped me fine tune the poem and it is now--after all these years--(in my mind) complete.
We can always learn from other people as long as we know they have more experience and know-how than us.~~
My Review
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I read through.... pausing only to question my own intentions. I pictured the one who is close to my heart and for a moment, felt a bit of sadness with the imagery associated with her missing. I always live as if each day is my last, but reading such eloquent work, I cannot help but wonder...am I living up to the expectations? Amazing.
Posted 9 Years Ago
9 Years Ago
I don't consider myself to be particularly wise, but I will say that from my experience, some questi.. read moreI don't consider myself to be particularly wise, but I will say that from my experience, some questions will never find an accurate answer that will totally satisfy us. I don't know why, but some graces never befall us when we want them to. I can only suggest through your own words that you are doing fine. Your heart is a caring one. That is a gift in itself. Thank you for the review.
Your words embrace much wisdom and maturity embalmed in beauty... I love how you start your verse and how you walk your reader trough the poem, to see and feel stark reality
Wow. How have I missed your work? This is very good, eloquently written with a clear message, which makes the reader reflect. I was curious as I started, where this would take me, but it revealed itself in the final three stanzas. You are a gifted writer as this is a wonderful write.
I honestly have no advice for this piece as it is very well written and well constructed; the flow is subtle but well paced and the word choice is at times rather intense and thought provoking. It is truly a masterful write as it has evoked a feeling of deep sorrow and an emotion close to regret but more over youthful ignorance that we all experience at one time or another. Sadly it seems it this case it caused a divide between two people in love, or at least that's the interpretation I have come to. I enjoyed reading this very much.
Ahh my young friend you write with wisdom far beyond your years! You do it with much beauty and grace as well and I think you are indeed very gifted my sweet friend! I applaud such a wonderful write that truly shines.Your last stanza truly touched my soul as I think how many people out there truly don't stop and think until it's far too late before they even notice as you eloquently put it,' never noticed at all
your petals...
falling one by one.'