Poem -
TOO MUCH
Twas the deadness of every
kind of heaven I could think of
Twas the coldness of the still
still bones
The alien notes of off key
moans
Twas the other worlds of life
and light, the
Parallel breaths of sound, of
sight
And all the life that lives, that
loves
And I alone, apart, above
Twas the death of any kind of
other
Twas the nowhere place, no
hope, no rudder
Twas the silence in the soul
song voice
Twas the no way back, the end,
no choice
Twas all of that and too much
more
When death rat tatted on the
door, and then
Everything died
M P 20/2/21
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Comments
Cold but awesome. Love it Marion
That's what it does...leaves you cold and bitter and lost Max...a different world, desolate horrible. I hope to god I can warm up again soon, you lot are going to help with that, I love reading all your words...one step at a time, sincerely hope all.in your world is beautiful Max ❤️
wonderful poem
Greg...lovely man❤️will catch up with all yours soon my friend 💕
Powerful write Marion. Your portrayal of grief and loss is intense, I can feel the emotion and relate to the sentiments. ☀❤ one step at a time ❤☀ sending love and good energy your way, sharing is healing ❤
‘rat tatted’ awwww but your words shoot like a bow & arrow to my heart❤️ 💕💔💕
Keep writing, tap into the rawness of your time spent in this reality.
Creates vivid results and offers a path to calmer pastures!
Marion, what can I say that has not already been said? This is one truly brilliant poem. You have a gift of finding the perfect words and phrases that pierce the heart and soul of your readers. You are a very fine poet. I know these words have come to you through such a terrible, terrible thing... but to be able to find eloquence in all that bitter emptiness is sheer giftedness (is that a word? It is now!).
This last stanza says everything and more. You leave your reader feeling the loss and hopelessness surrounding the death of someone loved beyond words. Sometimes, in life, awful, awful, unthinkable things happen for which there are no words...but, my god, YOU have found them.
Phonemonal writing. Heartfelt hugs 🌹x