Apr 2018
How can I tell you
that what I had is gone?
if all these consonants and vowels
put flesh on the bones of my thought
then how do I express less
in the substance of syllables?
Surely there can be no way but silence
to say what you are now
No noise nor rhyme
no vowel nor diphthong,
no metre at last
no making of sense
no prose, no poem,
not the heresy of song
not an imperfect past
no future, tense
I cannot rephrase you
to what you are not
I can only reckon,
only wonder,
that what I had is gone.
that what I had is gone?
if all these consonants and vowels
put flesh on the bones of my thought
then how do I express less
in the substance of syllables?
Surely there can be no way but silence
to say what you are now
No noise nor rhyme
no vowel nor diphthong,
no metre at last
no making of sense
no prose, no poem,
not the heresy of song
not an imperfect past
no future, tense
I cannot rephrase you
to what you are not
I can only reckon,
only wonder,
that what I had is gone.
It’s been a difficult few weeks since Mum died but I do feel like I’m seeing some light. I’ve been keeping to myself quite a lot, but that’s OK.
This is the first time I’ve put pen to paper to express some of the feelings of loss and grief. I haven’t really felt able to express much til now.
This is the first time I’ve put pen to paper to express some of the feelings of loss and grief. I haven’t really felt able to express much til now.
(Sydney)
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