Goodbye, Dad

arqios

yesterday at dawn
the moment a cloud-filled sky
blanketed grey
my eyelids scroll to see
and feel you waiting, free
through this jungle and
its concrete mountains
no longer away from thee
a second hand orbits
on poker-faced landscape
thought without thinking
sight without seeing
listen without hearing
solitary, anonymous,
scrunched forward
melancholy doldrum
on a dawn as dark as night
there shall be no burnished
dusk or starlit twilight
nor shall buds blossom forth
and on arrival, upon your urn
shall alight a lone plumeria
and a crystal tear

  • Author: crypticbard (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 13th, 2022 00:38
  • Comment from author about the poem: 4 a.m. April 3, today the fourth (2022)
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 16
  • Users favorite of this poem: L. B. Mek, Accidental Poet.
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Comments5

  • 0121_Pedro

    I feel this πŸ™

    • arqios

      Thanks, Pedro. It becomes so real when we go through it. When dad left and had another family that was one leaving, but on his deathbed, after his third major stroke, that was a more permanent parting. Thanks for reading and sharing your thought. /Rik.

    • orchidee

      A sensitive write C.

      • arqios

        Thanks, kindly. Looking back to that week, just over a month ago; it surprises me that I wrote almost immediately after I got word that my dad had passed on. It was a grueling time at the hospital and racing through life's little details while on the brink of death. You are much appreciated. /Rik.

      • L. B. Mek

        'my eyelids scroll to see
        and feel you waiting, free
        through this jungle and
        its concrete mountains
        no longer away from thee'..
        may he rest in peace
        4 makes it, a season of years
        lets makes this, winter's season
        for your loss
        awaiting are the Spring and Summer
        of acceptance and growth..
        stay strong, dear Poet..
        I hope
        these words, would make him proud..
        thanks for sharing

        • arqios

          Thanks L.B. I was glad to have found words at the get go. With my grandfather it took years before I could find articulation in an expressive form. Strange how the Muse deals with us mortals.

        • Rocky Lagou

          My sincere condolences. I lost my mother at 13, and I know the heartache that is caused from a parent's loss. It's something unbearable, I hope you'll see better days, there's always hope.

          • arqios

            Thanks Rocky. So sorry for the grief and also for not seeing your response earlier (year and a half delay!). Let’s look forward to even better days ahead.

          • Accidental Poet

            Not good-bye crypticbard, just until your with each other again. Well penned. πŸ‘

            • arqios

              True. Perhaps it was goodbye to what was and what will never be but anticipating the reunion and all the possible tomorrows. Thanks kindly.



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