Less of a hole
More a chasm
To lose someone close.
It is as if the world pauses
And only the cooing of the pigeons
Remains in the gathering darkness.
Fragments of memories surface and fall
Drowned in tears of regret
Of things left undone or unsaid.
Only the assurance that it
Was a long life, fulfilled
Help to fill the gulf of despair.
A whole generation now gone
Farewell precious friend.
Yesterday I visited the Holy Ghost ruins in Basingstoke – more of which on another occasion, only to return home and get a call about a sad death. I leave you with the poem above.
Poem and photos copyright Englepip©
Deserted; bereft of your company;
Your love a retreating tide
Or a falling Autumn leaf.
Fills the air and skeletal twigs
Populate my life
Despite the summer sun.
The tide lays bare the rocks
And sand blows across the empty beach.
Once we held so much
As one, rolling on the ebb and flow of life.
But today you do not put your arms
And your smile sits on another horizon
Sinks below the horizon
Out of sight forever.
But always my soul yearns
Photo and poem copyright Englepip©
I miss the Daily Prompt. It got me writing regularly. Thank you to AARDVARK – Alan GraceNZ for providing a forum. I must get my head around it soon. See below.
A friend, a father, an uncle, a son
Each loyal to the last.
Each believing they could stop
Who each believed they could stop
By following orders
Going over the top
Towards enemy gunfire
Which slugged into bodies,
Tearing and burning flesh
Til blood seeped unstoppable into
The quagmires of a foreign field.
Yet loyal to the last, to the cause of
The politicians who sent them.
Each poppy, each death
On either side,
A memory of
A life, a love;
Forever a grief.
Photos and poem copyright to Englepip ©
via Daily Prompt: Loyal