Through The Mourning Veil

Through The Mourning Veil

A Poem by Truly Ross-Wisehart




















Through the mourning veil

Shadows mill about the room

Each at their own pace

 

Watching as they move

Bearing witness to their pain

Reaching for solace

 

Thoughts becoming words

Softly spilling from their lips

Stale utterances

 

Crying, wounded souls

Left behind to navigate

With their broken hearts




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Truly Ross-Wisehart
{{{RIP}}} Patty Lee

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Although this is very much atmospherically Gothic, the romantic sense of darkness is not centred around that moribund style but a funereal spiritual actuality. It represents a feeling of the pointless finality, conjoined with the lingering despair, of death. That when someone dies they leave death behind them with those who live on. It is rather like a circular procession of sadness. After reading this I was left with the thought that the dead will always haunt, with or without a ghost. This is certainly an elegy to that. An elegy in black.

Posted 9 Years Ago


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Wonderfully emotional!
This is heart wrenching and leaves the reader to interpret more afterwards...such striking imagery..emotive work love, lingers! xx

Posted 9 Years Ago


So sorry for your loss..
I feel this poem deeply having many i love that are not here ...The last couplet breaks my heart. "Left behind to navigate with their broken hearts".. it is so true.
Excellent - i love your writing always have.

Chloe

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

A great depiction of the strains of sadness. You choose your words carefully to the utmost effect. Great poem.

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Although this is very much atmospherically Gothic, the romantic sense of darkness is not centred around that moribund style but a funereal spiritual actuality. It represents a feeling of the pointless finality, conjoined with the lingering despair, of death. That when someone dies they leave death behind them with those who live on. It is rather like a circular procession of sadness. After reading this I was left with the thought that the dead will always haunt, with or without a ghost. This is certainly an elegy to that. An elegy in black.

Posted 9 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.


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Added on May 18, 2011
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