#OpenLinkNight @dVersePoets ~ Tear Drops & Bread Crumbs
I know you don't want to see me cry.
Damn it! I try
not to.
I know you don't want me to feel this way.
I know you'd fix it if you could.
But fixing is the last thing I need.
Remember what it was like to listen.
To simply fall into the sound of my voice.
Remember when I would sing to you,
even through the tears.
You would close your eyes...
even attempt to harmonize...
Where do you go now
that even off-key
you will not sing with me?
There was a time when we shared a dream...
perhaps that's where these tears come from,
knowing that the dream has changed
we have changed
and even if it is for the better
what good is it
if we are driven further apart?
So much time has become our own
now that the nest is empty
more than it is full.
It is in the emptiness
that I feel the weight of the silence
and wonder how we find our way back
with no bread crumbs left to pepper the path
Did you forget them...
or did I?
I pull my hand back quickly
from the pocket you never knew was there.
The dust in my palm
now all that remains
of our path
and the raven has grown hungry.
Much too late for regret
and I know you don't want to see me cry.
I get to play host for OpenLinkNight, so once again, I'm up early! There's a pub to prep and steins to polish don't you know...and I'm thinking I might even iron the apron this week, as I'm feeling strangely domesticated. There will be ample Poetry on tap at dVersePoets and I can mix a mean Long Island Ice Tea! Hope to see you at the Pub, Poets! Linking up at 3pm EST. Don't you just love Tuesdays!!! :)
Damn it! I try
not to.
I know you don't want me to feel this way.
I know you'd fix it if you could.
But fixing is the last thing I need.
Remember what it was like to listen.
To simply fall into the sound of my voice.
Remember when I would sing to you,
even through the tears.
You would close your eyes...
even attempt to harmonize...
Where do you go now
that even off-key
you will not sing with me?
There was a time when we shared a dream...
perhaps that's where these tears come from,
knowing that the dream has changed
we have changed
and even if it is for the better
what good is it
if we are driven further apart?
So much time has become our own
now that the nest is empty
more than it is full.
It is in the emptiness
that I feel the weight of the silence
and wonder how we find our way back
with no bread crumbs left to pepper the path
Did you forget them...
or did I?
I pull my hand back quickly
from the pocket you never knew was there.
The dust in my palm
now all that remains
of our path
and the raven has grown hungry.
Much too late for regret
and I know you don't want to see me cry.
***
I get to play host for OpenLinkNight, so once again, I'm up early! There's a pub to prep and steins to polish don't you know...and I'm thinking I might even iron the apron this week, as I'm feeling strangely domesticated. There will be ample Poetry on tap at dVersePoets and I can mix a mean Long Island Ice Tea! Hope to see you at the Pub, Poets! Linking up at 3pm EST. Don't you just love Tuesdays!!! :)
Comments
The empty nest, the bread crumbs, the off key song, the changed dream...nice write Tash ~
So realistic.
poignant and beautiful and i think that many of us have felt this way, been in this place at one time or another... those bread crumbs, they can be hard to see sometimes, you might have to get down on hands and knees, look under corners, overturn a few rocks before you see that they are there.
that even off-key
you will not sing with me?" that is stellar... overall a very heartbreaking wite... when two people grow apart it usually stays that way... sigh
In one of my scenarios, 'she' was a 'cellist' and with my violin we played often duets (together--grin!)
One day she began plucking her strings with another violinist. Always in tune. Always in tune. Then--GONE!
(I switched to "Pepsodent", LOL!)
YOU are GOOD!
PEACE!
Great writing :)
And you put one foot in front of the other because that's all there is to do.
Great write, Tash....
I pull my hand back quickly
from the pocket you never knew was there.
The dust in my palm
now all that remains
of our path
and the raven has grown hungry.
empty pocket. . .
loaded words.
http://leah-jamielynn.typepad.com/
Sadness....but perhaps there is hope? Things change, they reverse themselves...sometimes without our energies.
A beautiful and true poem about life and relationships.
Lady Nyo
It is in the emptiness
that I feel the weight of the silence
and wonder how we find our way back
with no bread crumbs left to pepper the path
beautifully penned!
I really like this section:
"So much time has become our own
now that the nest is empty
more than it is full.
It is in the emptiness
that I feel the weight of the silence
and wonder how we find our way back
with no bread crumbs"
But this is my favorite; it kind of gave me chills:
"Did you forget them...
or did I?"
rosemarymint.wordpress.com
into emotions for our poetics on this
go-round. This poem is so beautiful-sad,
it makes my hazel orbs glisten. If this
is not written from reality, then it most
certainly is written from the alternate
poet's reality, that handy dimension
we can pull over our heads when we
need inspiration.
♥
"I pull my hand back quickly
from the pocket you never knew was there."
We hide so much from each other in relationships; protecting ourselves for the possible moment when we will pull apart.
Did you forget them...
or did I?
The journey to and from this point is so well achieved, Tash. Clear and effective; affecting.