Linking with the Sunday Muse for Muse #149
Hosted this week by the amazingly talented Chrissa!
The details of your fabric have been embedded deep within me
each seam stitched by every sigh
and all the silence that filled the tapestry between us
I have walked through every regret
like curtains that move aside
yet remain at the reach of a hand to draw
they are close like a lover’s whisper
for goodbye was never spoken
but every poem
I have ever written
will always be the goodbye
I speak to you.
soft as a sigh.
ReplyDeleteWe write of much of us into our poems .... lovely Carrie, lovely.
ReplyDeleteElegantly lovely. Says so much.
ReplyDeleteThose haunting us are very compelling and impossible to ignore...
ReplyDeleteThe silence between - that is so powerful and your poem rends the ribs, lays bare the heart. Nice!
ReplyDelete"I have walked through every regret/like curtains that move aside/yet remain at the reach of a hand to draw"
ReplyDelete"And all the men and women merely players;/They have their exits and their entrances...."
The first thing that came to my mind when I fixated on that passage of your poem. Brilliant!
Just beautiful Carrie...
ReplyDeleteoh, eloquent and moving.
ReplyDelete"and all the silence that filled the tapestry between us" - perfect!
ReplyDeleteOMG you blew my mind with this one. The gestures of heartbreak so subtle so poignant.
ReplyDeleteThanks for dropping by to read mine
Much 💗love
Yes, I am with Fireblossom with the sigh. Poems so often are paving stones placed to mark our path away from something or someone.
DeleteA "soft sigh" poem that really moved me, Carrie.
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