Friday, March 25, 2011

Lamentation

"A cry is heard in Ramah
—deep anguish and bitter weeping.
Rachel weeps for her children,
refusing to be comforted—
for her children are gone."

Jeremiah 31:15




You are lost
asleep
and I know that I can not
find you.

I wait.

Tonight whispers
strangers camouflaged
flawed, and lost


Sun has bleached
the flowers
on your bedspread
While I hold court

stuffed animals
wait

When you fall asleep
I whisper

I sit beside your bed
touch the blanket

and sing a lullaby,
love flows
cajoles

Tonight
the moonlight touches you
flowers spill out

honeysuckle
cornflowers

and flood the room

I gather a bouquet

an armful of
zinnias
daffodils
and tulips


In the morning
we shall be strangers

camouflaged
flawed,
and apart


Linda Watskin ©2011

12 comments:

  1. This brought on such wistfulness. I especially love the last stanza. Well done!

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  2. Linda, a beautiful poem and the ending ties it up nicely.

    Pamela

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  3. The ending, in those last two stanzas, caught me off guard. I wasn't expecting that. It's a beautiful, bittersweet poem.

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  4. You capture well the sweetness of maternal love and the inevitable and painful separation between mothers and daughters. A lovely, aching poem.

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  5. Also struck by the change of the direction at the end. Very effective. Vb

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  6. I love how you formed the shape and words of this piece... it mysteriously flows and calms.

    ~laurie

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  7. Your commenters have already used all the words I could have chosen: wistful, bittersweet, beautiful.

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  8. Poignant poem, Linda. The beautiful awful pain of separation. You've inspired me to use the cut-up tool. This is well done.

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  9. You created an aching tale of thought.

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