what is this void
that plagues me so
an empty ache
that won’t let go
with age comes loss
too many gone
i’ve lost the base notes
from my song
and yet what’s missing
builds in strength
in width in depth
and also length
in truth i guess
i grieve for me
that golden leaf fall
from my tree
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I can only hope that as of this time and day that poetry and wonderful webpoets accompany me at this stage of life then in a way we aren’t ever truly alone. 🙏🏻
A very thoughtful comment you have left in response to this old poem. Really appreciate the visit.
Some beautiful lines in this poem, Cassie” i’ve lost the base notes from my song” A beautiful poem on aging setting metaphor
Thank you so much Soren for stopping by. All the best.
‘ that golden leaf fall from my tree ‘ such a beautiful line
I think sometimes we lose ourselves and our connection to our true self .. those last lines make me think of that .
A very thoughtful response Caring dove. Many thanks for your time. You are appreciated.
A wonderful poem Cassie. The loss of the ones we love increases over time and that is a very hard reality to cope with, along with the other intricacies of aging. Beautifully written poem
Of the grief that comes with our passing years. 🌹👏
Thanking you Tristan for stopping by and leaving your most valued comments. All the best.
You're welcome, Cassie.
At that early time my life, it's structure and relationships seemed so permanent....
Then lucky you my friend. I am reminded how quickly things can change. Pleased you stopped by and even more pleased you like my poetry:)
Of course I do, Cassie I was one of the many who missed you.
And yes - change it did.
A sensitive write Cassie. Meanwhile, I'm ready for Christmas next week (eh?). See my recent poems. lol.
Thank you Orchi. You early bird you. I’ll check you out soon. Happy Thursday.
I'm a confused laddie - receiving Christmas cards already! Doh!
I know that feeling well Cassie or at least I think I do .. we can never really know how bad someone else's shoes pinch .. but some of us try .. and I reckon the colour of void is a pretty pastel blue 💙
A really thoughtful comment Neville. You are so right. A pretty pastel blue is a lovely colour to contemplate. Reminds me of a pale blue sky on a spring day. Thank you.
You are without doubt a golden leaf,
with age comes loss
too many gone
i’ve lost the base notes
from my song
I don't know how to tell you in words how inspiring this is, whether you lost someone yesterday or 50 years ago it still feels like this. Stunning dearest Cassie 🌹
Thank you dear Teddy. The losses mount up with age. They all take a toll. Have a beautiful day. 🌹
I like the respect for grieving that this poem highlights!
Thank you Alan. I appreciate you stopping by. All the best.
No punctuation, no capitalization, sets the scene for the sadness in this poem. A sensitive subject, the passing of friends and loved ones as we age in life. Some, go so far as to feel guilty for living. Not me, I'm going to die laughing. - Phil A.
Many thanks Phil. Pleased to say I can grieve my losses without feeling guilty:) I hope your wish is granted, and when your time comes you go out in a scurry of laughter:) Thanks for stopping by.
This really hits home. Pirouette missing from the dance, and all that. Nice.
Many thanks Dan for stopping by. All good wishes.
That leaf may leave you Cassie but spring will come and new life will grow.
Andy
Thank you Andy. Spring, such a beautiful time of year. Have a great Thursday.
Such a moving piece, Cassie. You had me at losing the base notes to your song. Wow. A powerful, beautiful write.
Thank you Tom for stopping by with your valued thoughts. Most appreciated. Have a good Thursday.
Good rhythm. Did you mean 'bass' instead of 'base' or was that intentionally abstracted.
Thank you so much. I appreciate you stopping by. On this occasion, I did mean base. Of course someone else may have used bass. All good things.
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