I See The Flowers
I see the flowers,
despite the setting amber sun and the chill evening descending,
a kaleidoscope of coloured blooms,
just hours before so vibrant a blanket for me.
Now muted ,and slowly wilting beneath the nightdews
approaching dominion.
All around me silence.
The crying of the day now spent,
and hunched shoulders draped in sombre ebony
withdrawn, and in contemplation.
Everyone gone.
Everyone…
Save just one.
Just you.
My love,
Just you.
You sit by the blooms, still and with eyeless stare,
seeing nothing, just emptiness.
Anger rising within your gentle soul,
a rage endeavouring to find deliverance.
Unanswered questions on your lips..all the same
why? Why? Why?
You whisper promises that you will never leave me alone.
Together in life..so also in death
Your tears will water the wilting blooms , but even endless tears
will never save them…soon,they too will be gone.
But, like me , ‘even when the heart falls silent
we do not cease forever to be’
Because in the end, despite a myriad of tears we all
Become memories
Make yours fond ones.
Go home my love
I am safe.
I am with you.
We share remembrance always ,and will so, through eternity.
Far beneath the flowers, a store of happiness to recapture.
Now go , but remember the glorious blooms…
And know this,
know always
I am with you,
because,
I see the flowers.
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Comments
A lovely and 'most poetic' remembrance........ with phrasing so carefully crafted upon the heart of those memories with whom you shared them....... it is in the subtly of this write that I can feel the respect and Love of your intent....... and the sorrow to be carried for some time to come......, this is the kind subject matter that is ideal for being expressed through poetry..'... especially when in the hands of so gifted a writer!!..... the intensity in expressing ~ ' it's ok to go, it's ok to let go' is profoundly filled with the light of the one expression / phrase ~ "I see the flowers "........whispered just above the din of pain's calling!!.......PINNED!!.......T xo ???✳✳♥♥
Hi Tony, totally thrilled by your comments and love the fact that you seem to have taken on board exactly what i was hoping to portray! Always such a joy to read your wonderfully constructed comments- thank you my dear brother poet! xx
Lodigiana
Just loving the way you write! This is a great piece and one that reads so well aloud- loved this! xx
Oh wow StevieC- thank you so very much for your kind words!
Lodigiana xx
Hello Lodigiana...
Sounds like a beautiful vow as the bride holds her bouquet to be used at many weddings around the world my friend!
Beautiful as always!
Hugs...
sparrowsong
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Thanks so much Sparrowsong! Yes I guess you could use this for both a wedding and a funeral in many ways..both will be catalysts for strong emotional feelings of start and end but love goes on forever. Thank you for reading and commenting dear friend.xx
Lodigiana
Hey, lodigiana.
This is such a beautifully written contemporary free verse poem.
Melancholy, poignancy, and despondency drip from each and every line.
When someone we love dearly dies I believe a piece of us dies with them. It tears a hole in the fabric of us and who we are.
Just as any fabric that's been ripped can be repaired, we too can and will heal, in time.
But once a fabric has been torn and no matter how good the seamstress might be, the evidence there was once a hole in the fabric is plainly evident.
It leaves us scarred.
Exceptionally well written!
~Dean Kuch
Dear Dean, how beautifully you have described the effect that losing a loved one can have!..I am.so touched that you read and commented on my piece and in such an eloquent way. Loss is never easy and sometimes, emotionally, we are only very losely holding ourselves together and at those times we need to cling to the fabric of life that are the memories we have created, and look to them for the encouragement to continue alone. Thank you so much Dean. xx
Lodigiana
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It is always a pleasure to read your work, Lodigiana.
You're more than welcome.
~Dean ;)
You touch so many with melancholy farewell. I have reached the stage in life where friends and family start to move on.
Many times of late I have sat by blankets of blooms wishing it wasn’t so.
A rare beautifully sculpted glimpse into loss, grief, and maybe a peace.
the above a poor attempt to express my feelings when I read this.
john
A beautifully expressive critique John- thank you so much for your thoughts and feelings shared.. I really am humbled and so appreciative to have you read my work . Thank you x
Lodigiana xx