Your ghost hides in the corners of our wrinkled sheets,
reaching out transparent hands to grasp at my foolishness.
I've never enjoyed swimming naked in guilt's sea; it leaves me dripping remorse. It appears death's formidable grip can trump a full hand of indifference every time.
The mundane, repetitious days of our existence held me in perspective as one too ambivalent to shake his disembodied shoulders.
The scent of your demise, to me, seemed innocuous fleeting and unable to bloom.
But flowers, I've discovered, are fragile things that, in a short period of time, will die from the slightest chill.
And I" unbelievably" immersed in my neglectful, narrow corner unable to sympathize or relate to simple needs never noticed at all your petals falling one by one.
How often have men picked their flower in life only to ignore her later through the trials of marriage? Her tears like petals have fallen. Now, through her absence, he realizes too late, what he has done: Disregarded and Ignored his soul mate.
Note to self: Changed the picture and a couple of words.
A quick note:
~~This is by far my most popular poem. And yet, it didn't start that way. Many young people are offended by advice or suggestions from others. They feel insulted that someone would critique their writing.
As for me, I came here not just to share my writing but to learn as well. If it wasn't for suggestions from Rick Puetter and Girl Friday (see below) I don't think the poem would have been as good. The poet Richard also helped me fine tune the poem and it is now--after all these years--(in my mind) complete.
We can always learn from other people as long as we know they have more experience and know-how than us.~~
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This poem touched me deeply. It is not often that I read something and feel a catch in my throat, but this is exceptional. So beautiful, wistful, and sad all at once.
Omg this was 10 years ago. It's like I'm reading it for the first time again. A deeply moving reflec.. read moreOmg this was 10 years ago. It's like I'm reading it for the first time again. A deeply moving reflection on love and regret. The imagery of the ghost in “wrinkled sheets” and petals falling captures how absence lingers in the everyday-- haunting yet tender
3 Months Ago
Wow, I almost forgot about this one. Thanks for the second look and another great comment. :))))
This has got to be the most stunning poem I've read to date! I feel as though it itself is a pedal from that flower. [delicate emotiveness] swept across the fabric of time and space. Soft and serene, yet relating such heavy regret. I adore this poem! The picture is lovely. Respectfully, blue angel
Posted 10 Years Ago
10 Years Ago
I appreciate your review very much. Thank you.
10 Years Ago
You are very welcome. This is an eloquently written poem. Much love it. :)
Hauntingly beautiful, Relic! Had to reread so as not to miss one single word! Your words are like strokes of a paintbrush with the imagery you invoke. Great read!
I've been an amateur scribbler since 2009. You can also find me on Stars Rite under my real name Tim. Many of those poems are from this account. more..