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Somewhere, amidst the shattered crystal silence of daybreak. . .
I find you
the dusty silhouette of a life
resting on a shelf in my mind that’s sadly gathering dust,
the gentle flutter of wings sets the shadows free
and
I watch as you dance among the countless stars, set deep in the face of a forever-winter sky
a whisper; but a sotto-voce prayer moves me through a time and space where I realize I have lost you all over again
A transient streak of starlight falls into the invisible arms of the waiting horizon
and I look to the east, my heart finally believing in the goodbyes and the time stained no mores
and I begin to understand why
He chose you
to shine
so soon…
Just some thoughts regarding the past.
5 years and you’re still on my mind, Mom . . .
Miss you
What a beautiful and touching write. I do understand how personal this is for you, but it brings out many feelings for me as well. Thank you.
Jennifer
Maybe that’s what poetry is all about. . .
Thanks, Jen.
~m
Michael, the way you take a memory and make it something very real for the reader is why you are a writer. We don’t need to know what your writing about, you make us search our own memories…thankyou.
Kelly
Not sure what to say here except ‘thank you’. . .
~m
you have a way of taking (what, on the surface, appears to be ) the simplest thing and turning it into something so beautiful that it gives me goose bumps….this is just wonderful….
I’m all about the goosebumps, Mum.
I really enjoyed writing this short post.
As I said, it’s a deep one but I think I did it some justice which was enough for me.
So many hits on this post but only 4 comments…
People must think I bite.
~m
i used to think so…i was coming here for months before i’d leave a comment…nowadays i just bite back
and it’s always hard to comment on something that’s deep and personal…or maybe you just have lots of people lurking like i used to?
Lurkers…arggggh.
Maybe.
~m
Well done, Michael. I always knew you had something like this inside you.
Funny that I didn’t.
Thanks, SPS
~m
It’s odd how sometimes the saddest, most heart wrenching things can also be so beautiful.
-Kelsey
It’s all in how we choose to look at it, yes?
Perception and interpretation are curious bedfellows.
Thanks for the comment, Kelsey…
~m
I loved it. You have the soul of a poet my friend.
High praise from a blogger who’s opinion I value highly.
Thanks, Fuzz.
~m
Wish I knew more as your lines leave me somewhat stranded in your universe. Don’t get me wrong, it’s a good place to be and your lines do carry……. it’s just there is a heaviness that begs the question ‘why’. And Fuzz is right, it’s what I see in many other a great poet.
Maybe it’s the seeds of mystery surrounding this post that make it what it is.
It came from a deep place that no one will ever know about.
Writers need to have such a place, yes?
Thanks for the wonderful comment, SP.
I blush at the actual thought of *poet*.
You? Yes.
Me? Nahhhh…
~m
Oh, this is breathtakingly beautiful. Thank you.
You’re welcome, FP.
Thanks for reading…
~m
This piece sounds very spiritual to me. It’s beautiful. Peace, Sharie
How can I know someone I’ve never met? How can you share so freely the very core of your being? It’s an incredible wonder to me, I feel honored to be allowed to share through this avenue.
I only wish that I could offer something so lovely.
Loved it the first time, and nothing has changed this time around…
Absolutely beautiful!
Your writing amazes me
Five years ago today ,a beautiful and funny lady passed away way too soon.She was my wonderful mother in law and an outstanding grandmother to our girls.
When I think back to the time before the Alzheimer’s destroyed her, I can see her blue eyes,hear her laughter and see her smiling.
I can remember her coming down the walk with Christmas Tree shopping bags in hand with a surprise for the girls.
And I remember the delicious food that was always being cooked and the special birthday cake that she made for me every year.
She was everything that a mom should be. I miss her too Michael. I was lucky that she was and still is your mother.
My mom’s been gone 28 years, but I can still feel the feeling of having her close to me, like when I would be sick and she’d come take my temperature and give me medicine. Knowing that she’s standing over me, taking care of me…that’s Mom. A feeling like no other. Impossible to put into words…but I tried.
Hope y’all are having fun!
“A feeling like no other.”
you captured something of awe and wonder in these words. they made me feel. blessings