I’ve had my Dad on my mind lately. He was always there for a kind word and …everything else. God rest his soul.
There is so much pain when a person dies
from the top of your head to the tips of your toes
wet pools sit where once were your eyes
there is so much pain when a person dies
there are no words- just sighs chasing sighs
shallow breaths pull a broken heart in tow
there is so much pain when a person dies
from the top of your head to the tips of your toes
©Vivian Zems
dVerse Poetry- MTB- Repetitive Form- Triolet (AB, aA, abAB)
December 6, 2018 at 11:42 pm
Sorry about your loss. You have captured the pain well.
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December 6, 2018 at 11:47 pm
So, I’m glad we are having that brandy – this is tough and remarkably well written!
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December 6, 2018 at 11:51 pm
A very beautiful tribute.
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December 7, 2018 at 12:20 am
“shallow breaths pull a broken heart in tow” this line so poignantly describes loss. May your father rest in peace. {{HUGS}}
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December 7, 2018 at 12:35 am
Nice line to center the poem with those chasing sighs: “there are no words- just sighs chasing sighs”
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December 7, 2018 at 12:56 am
With my medical issues, my days are spent with pain chasing pain. Losing parents is like living through a train wreck; there’s no good time for it.
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December 7, 2018 at 2:01 am
This is so beautiful, Vivian! Nice repetition.
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December 7, 2018 at 5:59 am
Aw so sad and nostalgic about your dad. So true the pain never dies.
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December 7, 2018 at 7:59 pm
So true. Thank for reading 😊
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December 7, 2018 at 10:11 pm
You’re welcome.
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December 7, 2018 at 7:40 am
A truthful triolet, Viv, that everyone can identify with. I love the way your poem pivots on the line: ‘there are no words- just sighs chasing sighs’.
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December 7, 2018 at 7:59 pm
Thanks Kim!
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December 7, 2018 at 7:44 pm
I’ve never lost anyone that close to me. I have a lot of fear about the surviving afterward part, even though I believe in God and know that eternally the spirit will have gone home, there is still a gaping hole left in this life. You describe so viscerally that pain of grief.
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December 7, 2018 at 8:00 pm
It’s so real… but the again it’s life. Thank you 🙏🏾
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December 8, 2018 at 8:43 pm
Interesting that a prompt on repetitive forms has produced a number of bereavement poems, reflects that the feelings and grief cycle like the tides. We can be grateful that we are never cured of love, but pain at separation is the flip side of love. The memory is a blessing, the pain is the chant. Beautiful elegiac chant Viv.
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December 9, 2018 at 3:59 pm
It was so many years since I lost my father, yet there are days when I still see him in myself… maybe more a gentle ache than pain these days.
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December 10, 2018 at 1:44 pm
Awww……I can relate
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December 12, 2018 at 11:08 am
I went insane when my son was killed, and I am still partially damaged on certain days, quite unexpectedly…
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December 14, 2018 at 11:18 am
Oh my! I’m so sorry to hear that!
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