Sunday, October 9, 2011

Missing

This is for this week's Poetry Jam prompt to write a love poem.




MISSING

You have slipped
between the creases

in my brain.
Most days,

if I even think at all,
there is no pain --

just you,
and the everyday things

you would do
everywhere,

the signs unseen
by anyone but me.

But today,
just the closing

of a door,
and you are

missing like you
never were before.


- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone

11 comments:

  1. Many lives have people shaped holes in them...Thank you for this one :)

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  2. Nice Karen.

    I especially like the last six lines.

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  3. Lovely... it slips in slowly, tentatively... very subtle and understated.

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  4. wow karen - this is beautiful. packs a powerful punch at the end

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  5. Aw :(

    It's those everyday things that you think won't matter, which end up mattering the most.

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  6. Your poem touched a place inside me I had almost forgotten ... I needed to remember.

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  7. That's grief for you - unexpected and yet always there underneath...

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  8. Fluid and melancholy. You have a lovely gift.

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  9. But today,
    just the closing

    of a door,
    and you are

    missing like you
    never were before.


    love it, well described pain.

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  10. Thanks to each of you. I have no doubt that we have all experienced such a profound sense of loss at some point in our lives. If we have not, we most certainly will, if we live and love.

    I have sometimes thought the pain of loss is so great that not having loved would have been a relief. Then I know with every bit of my being that I would not trade the love for any void of pain ever.

    Thanks for reading and commenting.

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