He left me there,by the lake hearing the loons mournful cry added to my wake and my tears would not fall instead my head would ache and my stomach crawl with intense despair for he was no longer here and my throat was dry i could not swallow all i could do was sit and wallow in abject misery having lost what mattered to me most my love and all I thought was good now i'm like battered driftwood alone unable to cry, shattered dry and bereft, because he left...
Deeply felt sadness and emotions Eileen
Your words captured a stunning vividness
And imagery your last two stanzas brought tears to my eyes!
oustending write!!
Love Peace and hugssss...Morning Star
Eileen, you have such a way to use a picture to enhance your poetry.
And top it off with music as I read.
'Now I'm like battered driftwood. . .'
What an emotional closing line!
Doug
Leaving is a void when we spend valuable time with people we take into our hearts. There never is a solcae for this pain. Your poem is hurting and I wish I could say something to help.
Love,
Susan
Eileen, you've capture a picture of consumed darkness and pain along the shoreline of hurt. I love the metaphors, the images, the voice that brought this poem to life. This is just a great writing.
i share that pain with you. just had a she left, but she never was now that i think about it. anyway, time is the key and it ticks away with a healing power if we let it.
You know Eileen, I especially appreciate this poem because you don't gloss over the real words...you know what I mean...pretty poetry. We love to write it and read it, but when reality and the pain of loss smacks, it's hard to be anything but human and compelling and really, really real. I know what it's like to feel that loss, that ache of "battered driftwood" be it forever or only until the next time. You write that pain perfectly....and I can hear it.
Love, Taylor
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Your words captured a stunning vividness
And imagery your last two stanzas brought tears to my eyes!
oustending write!!
Love Peace and hugssss...Morning Star
And top it off with music as I read.
'Now I'm like battered driftwood. . .'
What an emotional closing line!
Doug
This loss is something [I think] we've all had at one time or another in our lives. Thank God for healing. It is essential to our well-being.
Blessings,
Kathy
Love,
Susan
Be safe,
Karen
Newfie Hugs, Rose
always,
randy
One feels the despair, the abject loneliness in your shattered words...I'm sorry.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. :(
Love Tinka
Best
Rebecca~
Thanks for sharing
Peace be with you
Love
William
Love, Taylor
Thanks Karen, i'm well(i think;-)
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :(
George