Fragments of Dust, Nothing More

by silvershoes   Nov 19, 2009


Falling, I can hardly
reason with my heart.
aging,
glancing at the steady portrait of his
marble visage, flawless
expression
never too far
to recall the warmth he gave.
still cradling, though

oceans away, in
fragments of dust.

Deluded, I fall,
under blankets of memory
still cradling, though
time - time, the unforgiving.

No,
old age, do not dare!
treason to my fading
heart, you would steal his
illustrious scent from me.
no,
grief waits at the door of such loss...

More than his love
oh, do not steal his topaz gaze.
remembrance, in truth, is what cradles me
eternally and nothing more.

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  • 15 years ago

    by mossgirl19

    Hello Poet Jane...this is such a very wonderful poem. You can really make us think and feel. 5/5. Keep up the very good job!

  • 15 years ago

    by Konstantin

    Really veyy beautiful.
    Konstantin.

  • 15 years ago

    by Melpomene

    Jane,
    I am quite impressed by this piece, and i'd like to say well done of winning the challenge. This was a deserving piece and I definitly enjoyed it from start to finish..

    My favorite part:

    "No,
    old age, do not dare!
    treason to my fading
    heart, you would steal his
    illustrious scent from me.
    no,
    grief waits at the door of such loss..."

    The tone throughout this poem was of such elegance and i'm fond of the way you wrote this acrostic. A lovely love poem which held ache yet was penned beautifully. Well done.

    -Mel

  • 15 years ago

    by Nee

    Amazing :) gotta admit I had to read it over and over again.
    Very well done on this..acrostic is such a cool form indeed. well chosen and well penned.

    Write on~

  • 15 years ago

    by Lu

    Congrats on the win Jane.

    I really enjoyed reading this piece by you.

    Deluded, I fall,
    under blankets of memory
    still cradling, though
    time - time, the unforgiving.
    ^^^
    My favorite part !!!! Love the insertion of time-time ... the pause between words really makes the reader stop - and think.

    Very touching piece indeed!

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