He's gone

Getting the sadness out, my therapist thinks, is the best way to deal with pain. So here goes, last one I hope.. So to Red, my pen's last voice on his passing.

He's gone...

Like a sparrow taken to its last flight

Upon a meadow of broken dreams

Littered with stardust from memory past

Wings broken for the last time

Oh how they weep

Birds of flight lain upon his broken form

Tears falling gently upon his breast so bright

Red is his color

Darkened in the starry gleam of the moon

Voices sound forth sounding its sorrow

And the whispers float gently down

He's gone.... 

 

Reviews

[Mark]

*sigh*

[Marie Harrison]

I love it!

[R J Askew]

Tis a sad release of feelings in word form, a very important write for you i think. We can learn from it. We can also think about being gone ourselves and maybe live the more today as what else matters?

[Shalini Dinesh]

very sad and moving, the metaphors are good....

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there lies an image of sadness, it's haunting melody caresses the reader into your thoughts..beautiful

[SpokenWord]

Writing can heal the soul, there is not time limit on creativity and I can imagine wanting all of this to go into the past so that life can move on. Still your pen speaks truth of the heart. No words can ever bring comfort of a loss like this and I hope your writings help bring a measure of peace to your heart.

[Patches I'm not so new..]

You my twin have such a way of saying what you mean to say and to get across to the reader the emotion you wish to convey. It is still a mystery to me Maggie, why you are not a poet(ess) of great renown

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Poetry can be great therapy... for all the pain this poem was beautifully melancholy...

Like a sparrow taken to its last flight
Upon a meadow of broken dreams
Littered with stardust from memory past
Wings broken for the last time

love that part.