In my sleep I whimper as you whisper my name
calling me to come hither in the shushing haze
while the hypnotic pitter patter of the morning rain
plinks upon the piano keys of my ragged pain
I mumble and moan, tossing and turning in the cold bed
I pluck a fluttering feather from where you laid your head
and then the rumbling grief rattles in my throat
Screeching you’ve gone forever, and I am left to float
In this ocean of gurgling tears with waves crashing around
I drown in my ripping sorrow, I hear the howl of the hounds
Gasping and grasping I am for life, struggling with every breath
praying for someone to squelch and ease this blaring loneliness
©2018 Linda Lee Lyberg
I blog at: Charmed Chaos
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You’ve beautifully captured the deep human grief in your poem – the night-time inescapability of loss where the partner is no longer there… How magnificently human that such pain can be made beautiful in a poem… thank you. Michèle 💖xo
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Thank you for your astute comments. Humbled by your words.
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Sending love 💖
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I read this as if your lines waves lapping words and more …
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Thank you.
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Well done, so vivid.
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Thank you kindly.
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Linda,
This is a powerful piece that hits the chords of grief over the loss of a relationship, very well done. Reads like a cross between a nightmare and the tormented mind of loneliness trying to sleep. Remarkable.
Stephen
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Thank you Stephen. Your words mean so much.
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You are most welcome. 🤓
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This accurately describes my own experience with grief after losing my dad when I was a teenager. I felt like I was drowning in my own grief, forsaken to a loneliness that no one else understood.
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Thank you for sharing. Loss is hard.
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Yes it is for sure. ❤️
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That a mere feather is left, as a memento of a most comforting emotional quilt, is apropos of the severity of a loss of that magnitude.
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Thank you for your astute comments. I’m humbled you appreciated that fact.
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i so relate to gasping and grasping for air, the weight of emptiness is so heavy, I know it must be hard to share this grief too Linda.
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Thank you Gina. So long ago, yet it remains. It’s a part of me now but it has made me a better person.
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Intense emotions in this fabulous piece. The words you chose to convey the feelings –perfect.
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Thank you Beth. I appreciate your words.
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