I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world,
to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

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30 April 2013

Finished / Unfinished


It is the end of the day
again, and I find myself
reluctant again to lie down
in a bed where I stretch out 
with so much room — so empty
of you. Though as to that,
full, too, of remembered you.

Sooner or later I must finish
the dishes, the day's writing,
the interactions on facebook.
As I do every night, over 
and over again, I must
leave the day behind, go on
to the next day, all of them
taking me further from you.

It will never be finished, 
this grief, only dealt with
day by day for always,
all the days. I walk the days
like steps on a path
at the end of which I'll arrive
at last, at that which is endless.

Poetic Asides April Poem A Day Challenge 2013, 30: A finished poem and/or a never finished poem.  This, of course, is both in one.

Submitted for dverse OpenLinkNight #94

12 comments:

  1. the empty bed full of memories of you...evocative...the days taking me further from you...the longing and emotion is palpable in this rosemary...

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  2. Aww... so touching and you're doing so good staying involved and all. I'm proud of you, Rosemary.

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  3. The ending verse is very touching ~ You hold and write of grief so well and with great reverence ~

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  4. Kind of you all. I just hope I'm not going on about it too much for my faithful readers! But it's what's there to write when I confront the keyboard - and so I do. I guess it'll stop when it's no longer necessary.

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  5. I understand what you mean when you say the grief will never be over, only dealt with. I do think you need to write what presents itself to write.....with no apologies!

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  6. Rosemary every time I read this it touches another part of my heart. Don't ask me how I have my heart divided ;) Only that it reaches deeper and pulls at my soul in different ways. Not only touching on my own fears of losing my life partner but also through the various losses the living must endure on step, one moment, one day at a time.

    Sending you my love,
    Delaina

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  7. so many heartfelt references here I cannot call out any without calling them all. What a beautiful depiction of the actions of grieving. Condolences to you.

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  8. It is humbling to read your thoughts and the tender way in which you share your grief in verse Rosemary. I am learning much about this process reading your words. My heart goes out to you in sympathy. Great poem, that final stanza is especially poignant.

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  9. The emptiness of being away from a loved one can be most trying. It wears one away. Even the normal chores are not alleviating the feel. Truly said Rosemary. Great take!

    Hank

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  10. And many thanks to all of you too. Your kind words help.

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  11. This is EXACTLY it. Could not be said any better. Wow.

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