In words, like weeds, I'll wrap me o'er, Like coarsest clothes against the cold: But that large grief which these enfold Is given in outline and no more." Tennyson
My beloved husband, Kent, died in January 2012, 3 years after diagnosis of a brain tumour. Our son was 2 1/2 and our daughter 3 months old. He and I were far too young. I am now hurtling through the black space of life without him.
Saturday, 28 September 2013
Smashing Apples
The white waves
crashed over the rocks,
froth spilling beautifully
over the jagged edges
and filling the spaces
like smashing apples.
The wind blew through
my coat
finding only bones
and empty spaces
where once stood
you and I.
Angela, your poetry and perspective have the capacity to knock the breath out of my lungs. Thank you for writing what is in your heart. I am here, reading, if that is of any help for you to know that.
Angela, your poetry and perspective have the capacity to knock the breath out of my lungs. Thank you for writing what is in your heart. I am here, reading, if that is of any help for you to know that.
ReplyDeleteThank you.
ReplyDeleteIt is, somehow.