Tag: Loss
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15
I counted all the years of we then all the years of widow and my world had tilted the balance shifted and so I cried. © ceenoa
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14 years
When Autumn blows, when Winter snows, when Summer slows, when Spring plants grow, I remember you. You were my seasons, and I was content, to let you be my reason, for taking the next breath. Years have turned, some dreams have burned, and I have learned, some memories do not return. Each tiny part that…
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Flash Flood
Like a flash flood in the desert, I feel the oncoming rumble in my bones, before the groundswell hits. Engulfed, I struggle to breathe, not knowing which way is up or down, tumbling with the fierce tide pounding me. An eternity, in a moment of white noise, trying to ride the wave until it dissipates,…
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12 Years
there was something in the look in our photo and I cannot recapture it the memory of the shape is gone and I am lost a glorious technicolour film in surround sound reduced to a screen play stark black and white words on paper It does not come close to explaining they way I feel…
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A Dream and a Wish
I had a dream of you last night I heard your voice, I saw your face and it woke again the yearning from it’s quietly slumbering place that desperate sense of needing which years have mercifully worn away the savage grief dispersed through life’s anaesthetising day and even though they carry sorrow I long to…
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Writing 101 – Day 4: Loss (Part 1)
Day Four, Writing 101 – Loss: Write about a loss (something or someone). When I look in the mirror I see it, something missing. The spark from my eye, the smile from my lips, the colour from my hair. Where did it go? The years have taken something, and left a slightly lesser me, an…
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