Notice of absence from arqios
Physically present, the rest may be somewhere altogether…
Physically present, the rest may be somewhere altogether…
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
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Author:
crypticbard (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: May 13th, 2022 00:38
- Comment from author about the poem: 4 a.m. April 3, today the fourth (2022)
- Category: Unclassified
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- Users favorite of this poem: L. B. Mek, Accidental Poet
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Comments5
I feel this 🙏
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.
A sensitive write C.
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.
'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
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.
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.
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.
Not good-bye crypticbard, just until your with each other again. Well penned. 👍
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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