Oil on Canvas
Arles: February, 1888
Silence: A Woman Passing
silence ..
her eyes look on her now lost dreams
vapour ghosts like missing beings
once bright tokens for the future
now just lonely hollow vessels
silence ..
the heart that beats calls out to you
do you not hear that rhythm true
once quick in happy excitement
now slowly like a funeral
silence ..
the rhythm of a distant drum
sets our pace until we’re done
once the beat was in harmony
now erratic the drum beats on
silence ..
her life is over, her soul is gone
because her days had grown too long
once youth filled her, body and soul
now she’s just a hollow echo
© G.s.k. ‘16
(5) Words: | SILENCE | EYES| HEART | DRUM | LIFE |
Written for:
the secret keeper
Bastet and Sekhmet's Library 
Very moving, cara.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you Oli.
LikeLike
Wow, what a powerful poem. Heavy to the heart.Beautifully written and a loving way to remember and honor the passing of another human being. It is good to acknowledge and old woman or anyone leaving this life for the unknown. Her body here is at rest but what lies ahead. It would be a marvel to know but we don’t and can’t. We can believe or not. Everyone’s choice. Great poem. Touching and touched by your words. – jk
LikeLike
Thanks jk … I much appreciated your thoughts on this subject … I’m not sure which word of the five triggered my muse … this is an ode to passing … not a specific person, but one who could be a mother, a friend … or the contemplation of one’s own passing (which I think this probably is).
LikeLiked by 1 person
Yes, it felt that way, someone passing over or leaving this life. It was very sensitive and touching. I feel it is good to be able to write about any subject you feel you want to express. What you write may help others to understand or bring out their feelings.
LikeLike
I agree with you … in fact I think that’s one of the reason poetry exists …
LikeLiked by 1 person
Reblogged this on A Whispered Wind and commented:
The sadness that comes with aging… those last moments before death.. vivid imagery here!
Comments are disabled. Please visit Bastet and Sekhmet’s Library to leave a comment. Thanks!
LikeLike