Can I still stay for a moment?A Poem by Rudi J.P. LejaeghereDying is only one thing to be sad over... Living unhappily is something else. Morrie Schwartz
Shy, I come closer, Feeling guilty I invade your world Or what is left of it.
A bed, A chair, A wardrobe.
The sheets pale as your face, Your hands wrinkled, Diaphanous as a parchment, Your veins draw a map
The roads you have travelled, Full of potholes and falling, Hoping against hope,
Rising Up Again Now, Not Anymore
There is a haze laying upon your eyes, An image of the other side, A sea full of waving corn, Light as yellow And ripe as the sun that is sowed, As milk, fresh from the cow’s udder.
A day to harvest.
I know, without you saying it, I can read it In the tears on your cheek, I can hear it In the breath on your trembling lips.
It’s high time to go, But I don’t want to leave, Not yet.
Can I still stay for a moment? You want to ask me. All I can do, is swallow my sorrow.
© Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere 05/07/2015 © 2015 Rudi J.P. LejaeghereAuthor's NoteFeatured Review
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Added on July 6, 2015Last Updated on September 19, 2015 AuthorRudi J.P. LejaeghereWingene, West-Vlaanderen, BelgiumAboutI'm from Belgium. English is not my native language, but I like to read English poems and books. I have written a lot of Dutch poems during the last forty years. With some of them I've got prizes in B.. more.. |


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