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By Talisker
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20 September 2007 |
Tweaked on advice from a few friends
Absently I stand
here on your grave
by and by.
I treelike,
you somewhere
deep
where my roots
should be.
I feel nothing,
numb,
no connection.
Perhaps a little shame
escapes my head
and rushes away
on the biting wind.
Oli 20/09/07
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Written by Fledermaus (3281 comments posted) 20th September 2007 | | That's a sad poem... On the other hand, it could mean you let her go... It makes one think. |
Written by Bottleblondesurfer (3352 comments posted) 20th September 2007 | A bit too close for comfort for me, difficult to read; but a powerful piece with not wasted word
Jane |
Written by Phil (6713 comments posted) 20th September 2007 | So many buttons pressed here Oli - and clearly not just for me. This is one that could (and will) be revisited a fair few times. Wasted words - certainly not. A personal moment with a much wider resonance. Specific for you, yet general enough to touch others.
I could say much more, but doen't have the poetic vocabulary to express it properly. While I enjoy all your poems, every so often, you really do it for me. This one's special.
To my shame, for complicated reasons, I'm not even sure where my mother's ashes are scattered. It's not something I dwell on very often, but it's there.
Phil |
Written by fellpony (1608 comments posted) 21st September 2007 | | Spare power here Oli, capturing so much in so few words. Like haiku, this allows much thought to go on around the main image. | My Mother's Grave
Written by Josie (2785 comments posted) 21st September 2007 | | I'm not too sure whether you, in fact, wanted this to come across as a sad poem Oli. It's open to different interpretations, depending on the background of the reader. I've also felt like you, but I think I felt it because I can never believe that people who have been so alive in life can be "dead" and buried. My mother is buried in the chalk soil of Winterslow, Wiltshire - not far from Salisbury, where she grew up as a girl. She was always 100% certain that there was a life beyond this, and even told us to have a party when she was gone to celebrate her new life. So I only ever feel it is her ashes there, but she lives alive and well elsewhere. Perhaps this is why you feel this way with your own mother. I may be wrong. |
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