Sometimes words aren't enough
And seem so empty
When the void of love stings
Where memories linger
Pain now frequents
Those places we wandered
Entrenched in my mind
In the pit of my stomach
My body it aches
My spirit is lost
In a pool of depression
A hopeless omission
Of passion now lost.
Copyright revdjo 20/8/15
Sometimes words aren't enough to say what we mean. They paint pictures but still leave much unsaid. Poetry whispers and shouts emotions more eloquently than other forms of words on a page. I guess that's why I enjoy reading the psalms. This year has been one where perhaps lament has been more appropriate than joy. It started with me taking the funeral of an uncle. My father died. A good friend died. An aunt has also now sadly passed away. Why? I guess it was just their time.
Life is short. It's meant to be lived and enjoyed. Why do we spend so much time arguing and falling out with one another?
We are left with the memories of loved ones ingrained in our hearts. They remain a reminder of joy shared and lives entwined.
In memory of Pauline....
With painted nails
hair in style
and raspberry lips
from which you
smiled.
Dainty tiny feet
danced a tale
of long ago
of joy and
soul.
Dark brown eyes
twinkled to the
dawn of yesterday
no more alight
this 'morn.
Revdjo 23/6/2015
