The Loss

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©



Love Lost

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Deserted; bereft of your company;

Your love a retreating tide

Or a falling Autumn leaf.

Brittleness

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 

Around me

And your smile sits on another horizon

Not mine. 

Our ship

Sinks below the horizon

Out of sight forever. 

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But always my soul yearns

For you. 

 

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.

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Daily Prompt: Loyal to the last

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A friend, a father, an uncle, a son

Each loyal to the last.

Each believing they could stop

An enemy

Who each believed they could stop

an enemy

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