Linking with Shay's Word Garden Word List #7 (Langston Hughes)
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Grief is historian of the heart. ~Terri Guillemets
When the heart remembers
It is never a gentle farewell
It is the burn of cities on fire
Blood of arguments words can’t un-tell
It is clocks that won’t stop ticking
And the landlord always at the door
It is the full moon of longing
Lighting an empty room that once held more
It is a million withered roses
That never filled a vase
And strangers all around
That remind us of a loved one’s face
For when the heart remembers
It is never a gentle goodbye
It is the bruise of a thousand stumbles
And wound’s salty sting from every cry.
Those first seven lines are just the stone truth. That stuff burns and it's no joke. Really good stuff, Carrie! And thanks for being at the word list!!!!
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Shay! I am thankful you started the wonderful word list prompt!
DeleteWow, your poem is powerful, Carrie. Wonderfully done.
ReplyDeleteAwwww thank you so much Sherry!
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ReplyDeleteIt is never a gentle goodbye"
if only it could be different :(
If only, but then what would we write about? Thank you so much for stopping by Lisa.
DeleteOh, this hits directly in the heart. Magnificent.
ReplyDeleteYou describe grief and loss poignantly, Carrie--I especially like these lines: "It is clocks that won’t stop ticking/And the landlord always at the door.."
ReplyDeletea very longing and lonely poem, every line was great and fit so well, i couldn't pick a favorite. very well written
ReplyDeleteGood grief that hits me right in the gut. It is powerfully raw truth. Amazing writing Carrie!
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