Saturday, February 15, 2014

Absence

A melancholy day at best…
a pall weighs down upon this soul
that words do little to console

I function like a man possessed
no longer whole, I play a role
while open wound remains abscessed

Unspoken loss exacts its toll...
  on melancholy day, at best.

© Ginny Brannan 2014


For someone dear to me on their birthday, celebrating a year of "firsts" after loss. My words on one of the almost daily photos he has shared. 

2 comments:

  1. heavy verse..the wounds we carry, especially the losses
    the loss of someone special wears like a cloak.

    i hope they have a good birthday regardless.

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  2. A very empathetic piece Ginny. The "Absence" in the title and "absessed" of L6 add a to the rhymes of the form.

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