ten months
and the grass is choked
with death, discolored
and forgotten
someone's been mowing
it lately, but you should know
that it hasn't been me
i visit now to take things
i insist are mine, but that
is not so different from
the days you and i spent
watching football and
yelling at the tv while the leaves
changed and died outside
silent omens of your sudden demise
i never saw coming
but those are echoes now
cold anchors in the past
while standing in a dim
disheveled living room
are you still on your couch
suggesting i spend the night
in my warm yellow room?
if so, don't mind me
i won't be long
because i can't stand
the silence any longer
Author notes
Ten-plus months now.
Dad.
1962-2008.
In a list
Comments
1 - 25 of 25
-
indeed beautiful!!
-
Great Poem
the silence is what gets us all. within the silence is pain and misguiding emotions and constant waves of depression and within the noise we cannot concentrate, so with that being said which do u prefer?
-
Deep
Sorry about your dad. This is a great piece. Some wonderful memories are in there. Don't ever let them go. I haven't been around for a while - So I guess I need to read some of your stuff. Looks like a lot has happened with you. -
Aww, this is so sad... very descriptive. I am sorry about your father. I wish you the best with your recovery, and maybe it will help you to think that you will see him again one day.
Vhoori
-
amazing poem
well written
-
ten months of silence and solitude,
poet knew no express
and pain in more subtle ways. Congratulations
-
Beautiful write. I am sorry for your loss. My 10 month old son and I lost my wife and his mom a few months back so I know what loss and pain are. Still going through it and it's hard. Take care of yourself. Great but sad write.
Steve -
This was beautiful, I can't imagine losing my father; I'm so sorry for your loss and your beautiful words were penned with such remorse and sadness, well written and great emotion sewn in. Lovely,
~Betrayals
-
I had to chuckle at your second stanza. I have never, in my entire fifty-four years, mowed the lawn. It was the boys job to do that in my up-bringing, and my husband has always done it in our marriage. Lucky me, huh? There is the evidence of remorse in your third stanza, as if you honestly wanted another chance or the extension of the last one.
Not until I read your author's notes did I realize this was a father son relationship and not a man/women experience.
Sorry about the death of your father. When my dad died, I was still getting high. I was high the day I heard, at the funeral, and through all the mourning process. Not until a year after he died did I beg his forgiveness, and clean up my life.
I felt your mourning in this poem. I glimpsed at the date when you wrote this poem. I am sure the year Anniversary has happened or is present as I write this comment. You have my sympathies, and I hold you and your family in my thoughts and meditations.
Much Love & Respect ♥
Renee
-
-
Well, the second stanza was in reference to the fact that someone's been mowing his lawn, but it hasn't been me. No idea who it is (not his neighbors); I figure it could be the County, though.
-
-
You've never seen them? Might be an angel!
-
-
No.
-
-
LOL
I knew you'd say that! 
-
-
-
-
-
i love this poem, i wish that i could write poetry as well as you.
-
A painful write i am sure.
It speaks volumes of life as sometimes it is or was.
-
I'm actually glad I decided to comment on this one. Death, such a painful ideal, is knocking down my front door as we speak with a few dear people to me, and I'm still not yet sure how to deal with any of it. With one family member, it's left my young 3 year old "mad at mommy". Happy birthday to me. *twirls a noise maker depressingly*
I loved the last 4 lines. My silence hasn't started yet, but it's like yanking a band aid off, I know it's coming and I'm not sure how to respond, being alone, so I bite my lip, close my eyes, and pray to God I make it out the otherside.
Emmi
-
This Is Hauntingly Beautiful.
I Felt Like I Was Gunna Cry Reading It.
Beautiful[:
-
This speaks on its own.
-
Personally I think you have done a good job with this poem, some nice imagery to put the reader in a dramatic scenerio, I lilke "Cold anchors in the past" maybe you could play with that thought, anyway I enjoyed it
-
words paint the picture of a love one loss
so beautifully done and I'm so sorry for your loss
-
Hauntingly beautiful.
-
Awe
good poem but i'm sorry for your loss
-
):
i'm sorry for your loss
as for the poem, excellent.
-
I'm sorry love.
Hug.
-
I love you. I'm so sorry.
Adding your comment:
1 - 25 of 25
