Hal - (in memory of, for Sherry)

…And where now, my Pain?

Now that you’ve gone, done a runner

On the bullet train;

One moment’s squeeze, then sigh,

No time then for the quickest

Goodbye!

 

All thought has gone, not one

Sweet memory of our us, or them,

To take or hold and cherish

In your urn,

Just dust!  No life, no breath,

Too late to turn!

 

Somewhere in space…

All that you were, the Grace,

Swirling endlessly around

Some barren Star,

As if you had never been

What you are…

 

My heart,

Lost forever,

With your better part…

 

David Lewis Paget

Reviews

[Tate Morgan]

Dave of all the people who write here I read more in a few lines of your work than in paragraphs of any other. I see lament of remorse here. I wish I was sitting across the table telling war stories .I would love to hear yours. Yours is a life well lived .It shows. Your style is different in this one. But I see in every piece a careful working and reworking of just the right word.You put in the effort and do the work along with the gifted skill and the most needed element experience. You're a classic

[jkhatz]

How does someone critique perfection? All I can say is a David Lewis Paget anthology would be a glittering gem amid any collection.

[Judas Hammer]

very heartfelt, I was captured in the moment of your melancholy...

[Valentine]

David..not your usual..but so deep and with so much feeling..like Mark, I do not know who she was...but you must have cared deeply..Good write Mate..Kathie

[Pebbles]

Im thinking she would love this as i do ...beautiful tribute :)

[Mark]

I'm almost afraid to ask who Sherry was, David--This is an awfully intense elegy made apparent not least by your radically altered style. Despite the pain, though, some profoundly moving images: "Swirling endlessly around/ Some barren Star/ As if you had never been/ What you are..." That mixed tense right at the end speaks to her eternity, if only to you. My condolences...

[Ed Hart]

it's a long way up from down

[Art Sun]

a sad tribute...expressed so well...

[G. K. Bostic]

Expressions of a sorrowful heart well shared.....a beautiful piece of poetry.