At Mother’s Bedside
One wove on a weary loom
The other two stared silently
Searching for always-
scarce-now-absent-smiles
as the revisited rain fell
into rooted resentment
the scent of sprouting
new vegetation
swirling in the air
sweeping last robust cells
with all eroded
sapping her
strength to stop their
flight before crows dropped
the final black curtain on the
dark. felt. thanks for the read.
ReplyDeleteThe heaviness in this poem is palpable. A sorry situation indeed.
ReplyDeletelove the alliteration - you somehow wrote a sad, yet beautiful poem
ReplyDeleteOh thank you Brother Ollie - I think that the subject can be both sad and yet somehow beautiful ...
DeleteSo sad and profound...beautiful writing!
ReplyDeleteAww Sherri - I deeply appreciate your words. Thank you so very much.
DeleteDeath somehow asks to be written about in this selection of words. Or was there some unseen trigger that prompted several of us to write this way. Your opening line was remarkably touching.
ReplyDeleteI don't remember the words - going to look at them now at come back ... thank you so very much for stopping by and taking the time for a lovely comment :)
DeleteOh dear, so final! You think it inevitable, then? Not looking good, I agree.
ReplyDeleteWith you in mind dear Rosemary - I just dashed off another lil ditty that is much sunnier .... and far less final :)
DeleteThis one is filled with memories for me. It is so hard to let go, yet inevitable. Sadness yes, but quite beautifully written,
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Love the weary loom and especially the crows dropping the black curtain. Fantastic writing, kiddo!
ReplyDeleteSo sad & beautifully woven, Pearl... you know, I didn't even notice the wordle words, it read so smoothly.
ReplyDeleteI've had to say goodbye to several people I loved very much.Your poem beautifully describes the sorrow one feels when they know the end is near. Wonderful poem.
ReplyDeleteAh Lisa - it is so very hard - I actually thought that I was writing about how annoying those sitting in the room were - but yet when I re-read the poem the way that others seem to have seen it - I found myself misting up - at my "own" poem? Honestly, I often don't know, really don't know where they come from... Thank you very much.
DeleteYes there is much sadness in 'the sorry business of it all,' a difficult time, made more so if there weren't many smiles in the past! Well done, very insightful poem!
ReplyDeleteThank you deeply Wabi Sabi - I appreciate your stopping and commenting thoughtfully - always :)
DeleteA nice flow to this read Dr. the picture goes very well with the writing.
ReplyDeleteI wasn't sure about the picture but it seemed to mirror the dark watery feel and lovely that you felt that it flowed. Thank you.
DeleteSo heart-breaking, the flow is really love reminds me of how fleeting life is
ReplyDeleteAww mindlovemisery - your "handle" could easily flow with this poem - thank you so very much for your comment on love and the fleeting quality of life ...
DeleteAnd perhaps we are all being "wove on a weary loom" -- doesn't it just feel like that at times? Beautifully penned poem Pearl...poignant and tender and oh-so-heartbreaking...
ReplyDeleteAh S.E. you always seem to target in right on a particuarly favorite image or sense image ... and you've done it again ... Your words mean a great deal to me and I appreciate very much your sharing and your enjoyment of this one :)
DeletePearl, you took the words the same place I did--a death bed. Very nicely done. Resentment is such a debilitating emotion that damages the ones who resent more than the resented. I worked with death and dying most of my nursing career and I've actually seen people hang on until they have received forgiveness from those they've wronged.
ReplyDeleteAh what hard and wonderful work you've done. I bow to you in respect and thank you for stopping by - going over to read yours now :)
DeleteHeart breaking... You are a strong writer, Pearl. So glad you whirl with us each week. :)
ReplyDeleteBrenda - I can never fully express how grateful I am for the words you send my way - which are picked up by I don't know who or what - but which bring me to new worlds each week...
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