A Dying Spring

by Maple Tree   Mar 28, 2018


Things can't be explained in the dark
when these old eyes sting from crying,
a tissue box sits upon my lap
empty, I'm forced to use a sleeve;

I've run out of energy to care.

I gather strength from rocks
beneath these tired feet of mine,
when strangers glance at the aura
I am alined with currently;

looking away becomes their only option.

Spring has approached and I'm forced
to eat my words; the doctor said
"She won't make it by Christmas"
and I murmered "I'll have her until spring"

Why should I have to give up part of my soul?
she is the light of an early dawn, breeze on
cozy afternoons and a star that guides me at night;
I keep thinking, if I write about her daily she will

continue to breathe, she loves to read her Momma's words

but it's so damn selfish of me to watch her linger
I feel her riddled pain, making her bite her lip
so I won't hear her scream; this is tourture...

Spring has always been such a glorious time for me

instead of planting flowers, I'll place her ashes
in my flower bed and I never want to see a flower
bloom again; because nothing compares to the beauty
Of my Bird,

nothing.

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  • 5 years ago

    by Abed

    Judging comment:
    Herein, the poet beautifies sadness with a soft tone that cannot but allure you to read the piece more than once. A great start and a surprising end. "If I write about her daily, she will continue to breathe." This line but rings in one's head. I hope Spring thrives in you, Andrea.

  • 6 years ago

    by Em (marmite)

    Oh dear Andrea I am in pieces reading this I know it is no consolation as to how you feel but please take my love and thoughts wherever you go (hopefully they'll lift you up in some way or another)

    Thoughts always
    Em x

  • 6 years ago

    by Ya----Na

    Perhaps there is a way to reverse it. Go back in time and make a new start. I am going to lose some one very dear to my heart too. I can understand how will you be feeling right now. At least you are releasing the emotions, I don't even know how to do it.

  • 6 years ago

    by Ben Pickard

    Perhaps there is a way to change that yet, Maple. When Spring arrives, year in and year out, you will think of Bird and it can be a happy time for you because of that. If her time is drawing close and she is in so much pain, what better season to pass away than Spring? I hope this helps and I hope you take it the way it is meant. I have nothing else to offer you, Andrea, and I so wish that I did.

    Love as always,

    Ben

  • 6 years ago

    by Brenda

    So sadly beautiful Andrea, much love to you...

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