Apprehension.
She looked at the clock.
It was still deeply dark but glimmers
of morning's wet fog
seeped thru' panes, mourningly dim.
She must not be late.
Between dressing she hastily packed
a bag while telling
herself never to add anything black.
Her Dad had cheerful resilience and
would survive any
bad health sign as he did in the past.
But time can sneak in.
The shrilling reproach to age of that
early phone-call
had forewarned her to heart attack.
The station loomed grey.
A voice rallied passengers as quickly
she filled with train
apprehension while leaving the city.
Town buildings faded.
The shroud of fog lifted and thinned
as clarified suburbs
paraded in amorphous-fawn quilting.
Cattle in flat green fields became but
a fuzz under willows as
trailing indigo veiled them in muslin.
Then woolly air flushed.
Blur turned to luminous essence and
thrust hints of suffusion
indirectly into the fast galloping land.
Sun was declaring no truce.
Fog's blight of damp would be ended
soon and she welcomed
a positive herald of bright day ahead.
As she sat back to imagine her much
loved Dad suddenly
struck, memory's good days flooded.
Then she started to pray.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This little snippet is based on truth and happened to a friend's friend - - - I have to add it had no happy ending.
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Comments6
Flipping heck Fay ... this is both so darn good and in view of the concluding statement you make in your authors note, so bad too ....
Many thank yous dear Nev - - yes the telling image reminded me that at times apprehension which is a precursor to fear catches a hold when worrying news is received - -- - glad you liked the delivery though..................x
Thanks Fay.
On a daft note, I was gonna step in front of that train. Whaddya know? It was cancelled due to leaves on the line! Mind ya, I slipped on the leaves and sprained me ankle. Doh!
Now my book 'The mad adventures of Orchi'.
You do have the most adventuring adventures my friend.
So relateable. As images flash across before our eyes like unfamiliar and otherwise welcome distractions we are unable to comprehend them in our mental fog of worrying concern.
Too true Dusk and the experience of maybe a last visit to a sick loved one must be so challenging to a much adored daughter. Glad you found the subject relatable my friend.
Life’s reality, when penned as such, is to be admired.
Thanks
Yes I agree the experience related in this verse is reality to many Suresh and our hearts go out to those young people who have to face losing a well loved parent. Thank you for your expressive review.
Super words once more Fay, I had that 'phone call.
Andy
'But time can sneak in.'
and ain't that the truth!
funny, when we reunite with old colleagues or school friends
and relieve our past, its surreal how recent those memories, still feel
and so I imagine, when that Final, last call is announced
for loved ones and ultimately, ourselves
how tangibly - near, those flashing
memento postcards of our lives, will feel..
Sorry, for your friends loss. Whether sudden or expected
losing a parent is a traumatic even, at whatever age..
thanks for sharing dear Fay,
I read your most recent poem before this one, so it
added to my melancholy of reflection and moody musing
somewhat fitting with the grey, and dim Friday morning
that's blessed us, with easy access to reverie's: comforts
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