Not to Be
The note came disguised -
Nearly forgotten your delicate
placement of words along
the blade unsheathed neath
sand stirred in the
guarded jar of your
ambered memory
The note came disguised -
A single flower drifting from
a towering tree of hanging hurt
floating across the years
Revealed now, the still gaping
wound of what you
name a quite natural drift
rather than a self-severed
amputation
I watch you
hurry
away
Dragging past pain
across the country of Never Future
Watch you
hurry back to Shared Yesterday
See two little girls laughing -
Running, hand in hand -
Chestnut blossoms falling in our
hair as we floated into a forever future
Only one of us yet yearns to share
The note lingers
its song sung
clear and aching
as bagpipes on a foggy moor
on a cold morn
The note is heard
you will not come
Some things are just not meant to be...
ReplyDeleteDelicate and brought me to tears with its bitterness.
ReplyDeleteAwwww thank you Mariya -
DeleteThe sadness of the no longer 'shared yesterday' is palpable. Strong writing here, Pearl.
ReplyDeleteThe image of that "half-severed amputation" will stick with me for a long time. Gruesome, but effective!
ReplyDeleteA Dozen Whirls
Beautifully sad, I specially like the haunting note of the bagpipes on a foggy moor ~
ReplyDeleteYour opening note made me read the poem as music - beautiful, sad music.
ReplyDeleteStunning words, so deeply moving!
ReplyDeleteYes, for me it reminds me of one of my sisters. We never really got close. Now we never will in life. 'A towering tree of hanging hurt/floating across the years.' Love it.
ReplyDeleteHave to wonder if we each and every
ReplyDeleteone of us, has such a relationship and periodically pull out the memory and wonder why?
Elizabeth
Love the image of bagpipes on the moor, I can hear their mournful sound. Really wonderful write!
ReplyDeleteThe longing and melancholy in your poem...haunting like the bagpipes on a foggy moor. Beautiful.
ReplyDeleteOh this is so sad, one sees the two little girls, and today's women with such an undreamed of history. Poignant and sad, Pearl.
ReplyDeleteSuch beautiful imagery!
ReplyDeletethe blade unsheathed neath
sand stirred in the
guarded jar of your
ambered memory
beautifully written!
That flower lingers gently and ominously throughout..like time i guess it changes..blooms and fades..but always there in some form..
ReplyDeleteA very emotional poem, it made me really feel what you wrote.
ReplyDeleteI like the bagpipes on a foggy moor the image here seems to complete your poem, well done.
ReplyDeleteThere is so much aching sadness here ... "the note came disguised..." I love this line (might have made it the title actually) - it's a beautiful, poignant poem Pearl...
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Very moving!
ReplyDeleteso sad. moving.
ReplyDeleteOh my goodness - stopped in to check site before calling it a day. Thank you dear dear fellow poets - you are sure to help me to sweet dreams with your wonderful comments. I appreciate your taking the time and am so very moved that you enjoyed this poem. Thank you again.
ReplyDeleteVery moving Pearl. So are bagpipes, especially on foggy moors, and losing touch with a special someone. Really nicely done.
ReplyDeleteSo beautifully mournful!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful, poignant and probably a sad reminder for many of friendships that have faded as we have grown older. Don't look, but even some men may have tears in their eyes as they recall childhood liaisons.
ReplyDeleteThe first time I have ever seen bagpipes as a metaphor anywhere. Like it!
ReplyDeleteElizabeth, I must echo Cos' mention of the bagpipes. The mournful sound we associate with bagpipes now, so often heard at funerals, were once a battle cry for warriors of Scotland...
ReplyDeleteThese lines:
The note lingers
its song sung
clear and aching
as bagpipes on a foggy moor
on a cold morn
The note is heard
...and then the final line, which falls like mortar shell. Astonishingly good writing, Pearl Girl. Peace, Amy
My heart hurt when I read - Only one of us yet yearns to share. The pain of what wasn't meant to be!
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