The clocks have stopped ticking
no chimes, no bells
no sound
humming birds now silent
black are the skies
blossoms fallen
every tree is naked
death has stolen my warm blanket
nothing but silence can quiet
the thoughts in my mind
easing the excruciating pain
even for one moment
after all
time will pass, no more
every clock in my house
now without hands
the one who was once my greatest love
has gone, taken in a flash
I shall never see his smile again
nor will I feel his breath upon my face
and as I sit once again
with my raven
reflecting on my now empty life
death fills the silence
my love, my love now gone.
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Author:
Teddy.15 (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Just spreading the joy. 🤣 Happy Friday.
- Category: Reflection
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But in the silence there will always be love. 🌹 🫂
Absolutely dear A.P thank you dear friend.. 🌹
"Death has stolen my warm blanket" wow. I'm in love with this one!!
Thank you so much mirrorball so very kind of you to come by and say. 🌹
Glad you are spreading the joy, Teddy.
Now go spread it some where else, will ya......😂🤣😇👅LOL
Maybe a lovel letter to my shingles dear Dave lol thank you dear friend. 🌹
Do hope those shingles run their course soon, Teddy. Not going to say 'chin up' or 'stay strong' because it's blindingly obvious that you do that already. Just take care.
Haunting depiction of death's encapsulation. Sad and remarkably beautiful at the same time. This is one to read over and over.
Thank you so much dear Bella, 🌹
Rather spooky in that we both wrote of silence at the same time but you the more cheerful of poets in a somber tone and I the more morose in a tone of longing a most beautiful peace, I hope it is not personal. Fantastic metaphors"
"The clocks have stopped ticking
no chimes, no bells
no sound"
I can hear the silence.
"death has stolen my warm blanket" another great line.
"every clock in my house
now without hands"
brilliant!
and the last line
"my love, my love now gone." carries a bit of the flavor of Poe. A most wonderful write.
My dear sorrenbarret you make my work come alive with your wonderful words, I do love my Raven, and yes I've loved and lost first at a very young age, but if this is grief then I'm more than proud to share with you and indeed the world, as we all have our own. Thank you Sir, such a wonderful review. 🌹
Dear Teddy, your lines this morning are so very much in the mood of Poe. He did darkness so well, and so do you. The black shroud of grief and the silence of time stopping still, comes through clearly. Loss is such a hard burden to bear. I hope you have a sunshine Saturday. We have wet and dreary here. Also Poe like. Have a bouquet of weekend flowers 💐
Such a compliment truly leaves me overwhelmed with gratitude dearest Cassie, something none of us can hide from. Thank you so much for your incredibly kind words of great value and appreciation ❤️ happy Saturday evening dear Poetess 🌹
Tremendous work, Teddy. You paint the mood and the scene so well.
Thank you so much dear Thomas. 🌹
Spreading the joy indeed, so glad it is not true Teddy.
Andy
Thank you dear Andy. 🌹
Ouch, how extraordinarily noir my friend, but beautifully executed .. makes me wanna write you a rainbow 🌹
Every time I see you, you do. 🌹
spread in a most elegant way Teddy.
Thank you so much dear Melvin. 🌹
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