What is this air
And what vagary
Keeps your voice from reaching my ear?
What are these hands
Which cannot carry
My love from heart to skin, my dear?
What is this sun
Lobbed across the sky
Indifferent to crow and linnet?
What is this day
Gone greyly by
Hushed and mad without you in it?
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photograph by Jeremy Barnard
Supreme, the sweetest, I love
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Thank you, Maria. Saint Dymphna is the patron of the mad. And the photograph is a view from one of the windows of Danvers Lunatic Asylum, since burned down. My sly little way to tell my gf, "I'm going crazy without you." ;-)
ReplyDeleteI love this, so gentle yet deeply plaintive.
ReplyDeleteDeeply painful, bitter and sweet.
ReplyDeleteI walked through your madness and sorrow without invitation and I walked through mine -again!- at the same time.
A pleasure to read you!
Thank you, Woodcrafter and GEA. I had a lot of trouble getting this to work properly, with the rhyme and all, but in the end I think it came out well. Your comments are appreciated!
ReplyDeleteThat last line makes the poem for me. Its a stand out.
ReplyDeleteThanks, WW. It's always nice to see you here. And yes, I pretty much wrote the rest of the poem "on top of" the last line.
ReplyDeleteIt's amazing...the places where love will take us, especially when we're missing that one person that makes it all happen.
ReplyDeleteI love the depth of this poem. I'm IN love with it, actually.