Jun 2015
I have a poem, a wandering wraith
to capture you I tried
in putting pen to paper
of my feelings when you died
But feelings are elusive things
especially when acute
and I have felt my words betray
my heart and leave it mute
Someday the poem may finished be
and then it will be known
of gifts you oft conferred to me
of love not said, but shown
But still my mind my heart betrays
eschews my fervent call
your dwelling place my heart these days
as tears unbidden fall
28 Dec 2002
to capture you I tried
in putting pen to paper
of my feelings when you died
But feelings are elusive things
especially when acute
and I have felt my words betray
my heart and leave it mute
Someday the poem may finished be
and then it will be known
of gifts you oft conferred to me
of love not said, but shown
But still my mind my heart betrays
eschews my fervent call
your dwelling place my heart these days
as tears unbidden fall
28 Dec 2002
Abject grief often sends we writers to our pens and computers, but often what we want to say becomes elusive and illusory.
I lost three of the people closest to me in just over a year, with September 11, 2001 occurring midway between, and although a lot of my poetry came from that period, it took a long time and a lot of tries for me to really be able to get my true feelings on paper.
I read this in my meditation group, shortly after I wrote it, but this is the first time it appears in print.
I lost three of the people closest to me in just over a year, with September 11, 2001 occurring midway between, and although a lot of my poetry came from that period, it took a long time and a lot of tries for me to really be able to get my true feelings on paper.
I read this in my meditation group, shortly after I wrote it, but this is the first time it appears in print.
Written by
Cori MacNaughton
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