Thursday, January 1, 2015

Lost

Shadow side my mother's bed,
I lost the music in my head.
Lost my grip on rise and fall.
Lost the words that bound

all of my feathers to the wing.
Now, I'm a bird

that cannot fly or sing.

For M's word list at Real Toads

15 comments:

Kerry O'Connor said...

The death of one's mother is like no other. We come into this world through this woman's body - there can be no closer tie than that. Nor could a loss leave us more bereft.

Your poem brings me to tears, especially the final image of the flightless bird.


Björn Rudberg said...

Sorrow cannot be better expressed than this... Tears are coming here as well.

blueoran said...

Succinctly nailed, though the nightingale sings on because of the nail. There's is an eloquence and rightness even in writing about not being able to write. A next draft. The door swings open in reverse, too. Anyhoo ... sorry for your loss.

Fireblossom said...

For now. Only for now, high flyer. You were born to sing, and will again.

hedgewitch said...

The best thing about feathers is that they grow back, and the new ones are always stronger, glossier and ready for the next wind. Hoping the new year lifts you up again, and thanks for the gift of your poetry.

Sylvia K said...

I do agree with Fireblossom!! Hope you have a very Happy New Year, MZ! Look forward to reading more of your wise and beautiful words in the new year!

Gail said...

Such sadness.

I still go to the phone sometimes to call Mom.

May your year be a blessed one.

georgeplaceblog said...

Beautiful. Sad. You may not be singing but you've not lost your voice.

Kenn Merchant said...

Wallowing in sorrows isn't a very healthy thing to do, but writing poetry about those sorrows certainly can help relieve some of that stress. I know that I tend to wallow into my journal all the time. Hopefully the new year brings more joy than sorrow.

Mark Kerstetter said...

Amazing concision. Love the first line, how it all falls from that.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

I was thinking the same as Shay - you will fly and sing again. But right now your wings are broken with loss and pain. Such beautiful writing, Kelli. So moving.

Susan said...

Ouch. Ouch. So much love lost, so much self asleep. Wake, wake, I hear her teaching me again.

my heart's love songs said...

exquisite in its sadness.

grapeling said...

you, MZ, are a calligrapher poet - painting in just a few strokes an entire landscape, riven with depth and shadow. i am sorry to be so late reading (work when it's there) and am grateful for having the chance to read this, sorrowful though it may be. best wishes for the new year ~

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