That Moment When ...
you’re reading
you’re reading
a book she’d have liked
and thinking,
when I’m done
I must lend … then it comes back:
two days gone, she died.
Another shadorma for dVerse MTB
We who with songs beguile your pilgrimage /
And swear that Beauty lives though lilies die, /
We Poets of the proud old lineage /
Who sing to find your hearts, we know not why ...
(James Elroy Flecker)
Both of your poems are perfect Shadormas!
ReplyDeleteYes.
ReplyDeleteI so know that feeling, not being able to tell a friend something.........sigh. It is sad, Rosemary. Rest well.
ReplyDeleteYes, I often want to call my Mom. To share a thought or two.
ReplyDeleteThat thought... it comes back in all those moments... when you wish you could tell something... and she or he is gone.
ReplyDeleteThat is exactly the sad moment captured...no sentimentality, full awareness and feeling. Love it, love you.
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DeleteI like how you described wanting to show the book to someone but finding it was too late.
ReplyDeleteA moment made perfect with your words.
ReplyDeleteThis one cuts me deep. Reminds me of my parents being long gone when I want to share a hilarious story with them that I just heard recently. Well written.
ReplyDeletethe suddenness of death can take our breath away. ... and the thinking they are there on the other end of the phone line and they aren't ... never will be again.
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