I was asked to read the letters With my father and my sisters Written by my long dead mother Lost words faint as whispers He will struggle to see and read So sharing seems a good idea I will struggle to read and see There's hurt combined with fear Her pony tail her loving arms My sisters in her face - and me What will I learn of her aspirations All the things she wanted to be Sad blue of the paper blue of the pen Blue in each letter written back then There's blue in thinking about her again When will I recover I don't know when 51 years later grief can rise be real Camouflaged it waits in ambush The loss the pain once more I feel I have no trust in life Maybe one day I'll let this blue sadness go Release it to an infinitely clear blue sky I'll stand tall throw back my arms and head And no longer suffer what if or why
A response to a d’verse challenge from Sarah that coincides with an often unexpected recurring sadness / blueness https://dversepoets.com/2021/05/11/blue-tuesday/
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What a heartfelt poem – ‘lost words faint as whispers’ is a lovely line. How true it is that grief from the loss of someone dear, even from many years ago, can still hit hard. I hope better times are ahead.
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Grief is very difficult to go through. You poem shows that so well.
Dwight
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Very true. I don’t expect it ever completely disappears.
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I think you are right!
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This was so moving and beautifully rhymed. I lost my mother 30 years ago and I still can’t bring myself to read her letters. I am sorry for your loss and I hope the pain eventually subsides.
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Thank you Ingrid. Maybe one day we will both be ready to read our mother’s letters. When that time comes I imagine we will both have a lot more writing to do ourselves afterward. I find writing always helps when I have something to work out or through. I hope you find it helpful too.
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Excellent job on sorrowful topic.
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Thank you Ron.
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A beautiful poem though sad. You’re right, grief does wait in ambush ❤ I enjoyed the last stanza, releasing the sadness into an infinitely blue sky 🙂
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Thank you Sunra.
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Thank you for sharing this poem at the Poets Pub, Sean. I also see blue as the colour of grief and sadness and pictured the scene you wrote about so delicately. I love the phrases ‘lost words faint as whispers’, ‘sad blue of the paper blue of the pen’ and ‘blue in thinking about her again’, heart-breaking and so full of love.
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Thank you Kim.
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That is a beautiful, beautiful poem. I’m sorry to have caused your pain to rise again. Iola
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It is there regardless, latent, awaiting its next unexpected rise.
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Poignant read! I like the last stanza, “Maybe one day I’ll let this blue sadness go
Release it to an infinitely clear blue sky.” Felt this!
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I love this, and having gone through a lot of my mother’s papers after her death just recently I realized there was a lot I didn’t want to know… so I thought it better to leave them unread. Sometimes letters addressed to someone else seemed too private for me. Maybe some day I will regret it, but I think it was good.
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I am sorry that your mother died recently Bjorn. I expect the death of a parent is always a difficult time, regardless of the nature of the relationship. So much said, to say and that will forever remain unsaid. I hope you do not come to regret your decision. Maybe like myself, now is not the right time. However, I hope I will be ready – sooner or later.
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