She Wore Black

She Wore Black

A Poem by ElizaB

She wore black;
They all did.
Lace and tights 
And eyes and tears,
All for him.
He wore nothing,
Just regret and bones
Encased in pine;
And soon, flame. 
The world lived,
Even if he did not.
His creases and lines
Belonged to the Earth now;
They were her's to hold. 
Flowers fell from strangers 
Onto pine and grass.
A childish gesture 
Some could say; and would.
Throwing petals
To make things beautiful;
To make things okay...
But it wasn't. 
Never again would it be.
Fragments of china 
And photographs 
Fell much later.
As did the flowers they sent;
Roses burned,
Their black petals drifting 
Towards the lonely floor
As her mind
Hit the ceiling. 
Another childish gesture...
Standing in the doorway;
Angry and alone,
She wore black. 

© 2018 ElizaB


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The sadness-- and beauty of this poem are almost tangible as your grief was poured into every word. For whatever it may be worth, I can only say I learned-- the hard way-- as a young agnostic almost 1/2 a century ago that death is a door, not a wall. and we all exist without start or finish, beyond the illusion of time itself.


Posted 6 Years Ago


such an emotional write here, lovely presented

Posted 6 Years Ago


A very beautiful emotional piece with interesting images.

Posted 6 Years Ago



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ElizaB
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