Widower

a poem

Knowing there are

many words for night;

nightwatch,nightshade,nightfall

but none of the space

of a halved bed,an envelope starched,

flat with white,unslept in

and hands devoid of

a trace of perfume or rest warmth,

a slight breath,a gentle curve.

Let him cherish the lost presence

of a drowned moon

of darkness long

of standing time.

Reviews

[Valentine]

I would return to this one looking for one of yours to review. Valentine

[Cascara (aka Sprint Goe..]

I like how you focused on visual impressions rather than emotional ones to express loneliness...it adds a unique touch to this poem.

[Onyia-Ali, Kingsley Chu..]

You expressed this in a way that is unusual; yet the last four lines carries the weight of its content. Well done, Sir.

[Tina Kline]

A very impressive poem on a very sad subject.
Loneliness is very painful. How can the space of someone now gone ever be filled?

[Ken Simm.]

Sad and yet wonderful. Emapthic and superbly written.

[Valentine]

Yes, and for the widow it is pretty much the same. I still turn to him when I hear a strange noise in the night, but he is not there. We all miss what is no longer there. Valentine

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Such a deeply sad piece here Leslie. One I relate to although my bed is empty every night for a different reason. You capture the image of the bed devoid of presence and undisturbed. At times there is solace in it though; no one to steal the quilt or snore lol!