The Anniversary
By: Michael Vanderhoof
I stare at polished silver, and a feast that’s so divine,
A bounty at this table, and two glasses filled with wine.
Everything is perfect, with flowers at the table,
A quarter past the hour, and I’m feeling quite unstable.
I pace the floor and move around, it’s getting rather late,
I’m trying to keep busy, as I wait here for my date.
Now the anger it engulfs me, I toss the table on its side,
I smash the chairs, they break in two, a scene I cannot hide.
I toss around the furniture, and I break things on the wall,
I continue this behavior in all rooms and down the hall.
The anger and the pain are so much more than I can handle,
My tears are ever flowing, as I light a single candle.
The pain is never ending, as I sit alone here in the room,
I wish to feel her presence, or the scent of her perfume.
This anniversary I will remember, like the one the year before.
I will put myself through agony, till her spirit walks through my door.
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Author:
Michael Vanderhoof (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: October 6th, 2018 16:38
- Comment from author about the poem: Have you ever had someone late for a dinner invite? Well, in this poem, we have a dinner guest late for their own anniversary... However, everything is perfect for this wonderful event...or is it? You know I can\\\'t just write about a happy event without it turning into something dark and eerie... So here we have a gentleman, who is waiting for a date to arrive at dinner, then at the end of the poem, we discover that the date will never arrive because she died years before. However, instead of moving on and trying to overcome the circumstances of her death, he puts on an anniversary of her death each year. Each year, it gets even harder than the year before, which goes against what everyone tells you, that things will get better in time. It depends on the individual, and the connection that was shared between the two individual which determines the outcome of the survivor. In this poem however, (19th century) most individuals, till death do us part was taken very seriously. Our gentleman in the poem, is struggling with the loss of his wife and is unable to move forward... and is waiting for her ghost!
- Category: Gothic
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Wonderfully metered poem with a great rhyme scheme. Your imagery and the tone are great. I loved it! 🙂
Thanks for sharing MICHAEL ~ mucho spooko ! An elegantly penned POEM replete with RHYME (Couplets) and RHYTHM ~ but a sad sad narrative ! Stanza 1. Waiting does breed anxiety. I once waited four hours for a Lady ~ but she did materialise ! S 2. Patience turns to sorrow and anger ! S 3. Mayhem & Destruction and the single candle to depict loss & loneliness ! S 4. GONE but never ever forgotten. A Friend of mine was discovered DEAD on His Wife's grave on their 10th Wedding Anniversary. Not SUICIDE ~ but a BROKEN HEART !
Thanks for your comment it put an agonising ode into perspective. It reminded me of MISS HATHAWAY in Charles Dickens ~ Great Expectations ! Thanks for sharing ~ Yours BRIAN. Please visit our Fantasy Poems Sonnets 1 2 & 3 ~ Thanks B !
WHAT STATE ARE YOU IN ? (Of the USA !) there are so so many INDEPENDENCES !
It's weird, but I personally related this to more of a state of mind rather than another person. Thanks for the great art!
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