Identity....Unknown
sorrow grows in my heart
a willow tree bent and heavy with tears
pale green leaves dripping onto
newly tilled earth a barren mound
wherein lies forgotten unmarked summers end
a life never lived
a love never known
a name never given
pain which has no end
grief which knows no bounds
loss which has no meaning
unholy ground with no salvation
time will not cover my raw wound
no green will ever grow
too late too late
whispers the willow tree
winter pervades my thoughts
ice rain grips my soul
tho the still green willow leaves
move softly in the sun warmed winds
pale green willow leaves summers end
gently fall where I would lie
forsaking all humanity
to sleep to rest sweet oblivion
beneath the weeping willow leaves
that shades you still
beneath all worries
some other green to cover me
14 comments:
The grief and pain are both very evident . And can well understand the feeling right now of despair.
But funnily Time truly is a healer . Even if we don't do much about letting that pain go , the still inactivity of clinging to it will let grass grow over it !!
Time and Nature are survivors ..the best known to mankind .. they relentlessly use every opportunity to give Life a chance .
Trust in them and you will have your Life back .
sorriw is tangible. poetically, i would try to elimintae some modifiers. the weigh the poem down a bit.
nice to meet you.
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What you say to not true . All time does is age you. Our human nature will not let us forget.
-bd
beautifully heartbreaking.
BD, I agree with one of your comments: "time ages you" but must disagree with the "all it does". Cycles of life go on and on, the sun maybe difficult to glimpse when the soul lies at the bottom of the wheel... but giving time, to time, the wheel keeps turning till the sun is once again right above. A poignant poem, leave it there, then look at it in 6 months time again.
long ago i read "la belle sans Merci"
and i read it yours
good one
So sad and so beautiful too. Very well written. Haunting.
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I can relate to this poem. I am prone to some very black moods. I think it is not a matter of time healing, I personally, don't think the pain ever goes away. I think time, helps you to manage the pain. And I have to say, what is it in our society that forces people to put on a happy face all the time? It is like feeling sorrow is an embarrassment.
Every stanza of this poem echos a powerful loss that seems almost freefloating. If I hadn't read the link in ReadWritePoem, I wouldn't have known the poem was about a mother. Was this intentional, to universalize loss? The lines "A life never lived/a love never known/a name never given" are especially poignant to me. I also liked the fact that punctuation was entirely left out, leaving the words to shimmer together on the page. I hope the writing is a healing. Beth
Such raw grief. What a blessing that the hard edges finally soften with time.
Your pain, despair and hopelessness are palpable throughout the poem and I hurt for your hurt. I like how the weeping willow theme is used throughout. Put time between despair and future dreams so healing can begin.
Very beautifully written!
"winter prevades my thoughts, time
will not cover my raw wound"
An unmarked life is written here, a heart grounded in lost and
despair.
"too late, too late,
whispers the willow."
Oh Melanie, this is so sad, but your quiet flowing lines throughout echo the grief of the unknown perfectly. This is a haunting, lilting tale that you have rendered so well.
~Billy
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