dis connected

dis connected,

obliterated into tiny pulverized pieces

you took flight without an omen

pierced my soul never to be the same

songs upon a prayer's wing'd escape  

once there were two with a single connection

secrets of the heart tuned for perpetuity

nothing lasts forever except memories 

Author's Note

Reviews

[gabrielle]

indeed, nothing lasts forever. a concise piece yet it clearly conveyed sadness on the realities of parting.

[Ruth]

True, sigh...this is beautiful hon and I relate, all I can offer is a hug and say you are not alone x

[Anand Sehgal]

open ended and open to interpretation . very strong work !

[Mehak Mushtaq]

I love the way you have "Dis connected" the connection, here. You write beautifully.

[Diana]

Memories and photographs, yes. "Dis connected" indeed. Clever, I like the separation there.

[lee von cleef]

right this world. add a coma. Right, this world.
give breath to thought. give to thought. give to breathe.
oh, to hold the moment, soo slight,the bay rum lingers even
to the nose of a memory.Cool my chin to the nape, to the neck, cool
Pressed
Pressed together, one.
not theirs,
Now only hours,
And ours
Arms to hold ribs,squeezed back,
yes a memory,tied to a thought.

[Dr. Wood ?]

killer of a finish your majesty, that final line is simplicity itself.....good to see you back.

[Baby Ricochet]

Frieda! Is it really you!? I'm pleased as punch to see you back. This poem is sad. I'm sorry you had a bad time

[Sami Khalil]

In Dante Alighieri's The Divine Comedy, the City of Dis (in Italian, la città ch'ha nome Dite, "the city whose name is Dis")[1] encompasses the sixth through the ninth circles of Hell.[2] The most serious sins are punished here, in lower Hell. Dis is extremely hot, and contains areas more closely resembling the common modern conception of Hell than the upper levels.

[Latifa]

nothing lasts forever except memories
I love the last line great one