Snuggling up.
Laughing together.
Exchanging a look.
Needing only half-sentences.
We still have days like that.
I settle into this fond old age,
treasuring the sweetness
of time with you. Your hands
are eloquent —
holding my shoulder,
stroking my hair.
At other times
you disappear.
A hostile stranger
swears at me, yells orders,
asks the same question
over and over,
regardless of answer.
I am learning that this too
is communication —
an indirect message
of pain and fear.
Nevertheless,
at the end of the day I snap
and communicate wordlessly
in tears.
April PAD Challenge http://www.writersdigest.com/editor-blogs/poetic-asides/poetry-challenge-2012 #1: Communication
Also submitted for Poets United's Poetry Pantry #95
Also submitted for Poets United's Poetry Pantry #95
Intense and lovely, sad and beautiful all at once.
ReplyDeleteTender and so sad.
ReplyDeleteI would echo Madeleine's comment - truly beautiful.
ReplyDeleteIs this part of your real life? I ask, for if not, you have wonderful insight. (I live this life).
Respect.
Anna :o]
That's strange. Thought I'd commented on this poem already. Guess it didn't want to appear here. Ah well. What I wanted to say, dear Rosemary, is that this poem captures the tenderness (even if heartbreaking) in love and relationships. If this poem reflects some part of your world, Rosemary, you are a strong individual. :) *hugs*
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