Tag Archives: Love

Were You There?

It was my turn,
to watch over you that afternoon.
I was in the chair next to your bed,
when the nurse came to check on you.

I was aware fluid was building in your lungs;
a sign death was coming.
When the nurse said it was likely
to happen that night
I was taken aback.
The certainty was voiced
by another with quiet assuredness.

I sat frozen in the moment
I wanted to cry out like a child
“no you can’t go!”
Instead I broke down crying.

The call to my sisters
Was fraught with emotion
“come now, it’s time”

I prepared the room
for their arrival.
I talked to you
as I moved furniture around.
Explaining Jean would want to
Sit close to you
I hope you heard.

Death is not what I thought it would be.

Death washed over you
peacefully, silently.
You’re breathing softened;
to nothing.
Your heart was as
defiant as you were in life
coming to a resounding final rest.

Silence filled the room
wrapping its soft arms around us,
as our grief filled our souls.
I bent over to kiss your cheek,
It was cold and pasty.
It was then I realised you had passed much earlier
than we were aware.

Were you there, watching on
Mothering the living?
I hope you were there.

               Luvbeingadyke

Words Forsaken

I hear
I know this despair intimately, old history, an old door
I feel shame, confusion
A deep sadness
My sorrow is profound
Words abandon articulation
I am left with grief
I never wanted to hurt, to cause pain
But I did
Your love is sacred
Your happiness is vital
I lay before you naked with love
To you I surrender
And ask for forgiveness
Trust is to be earned, to be respected
Words are forsaken here
It is in the deed where trust is cherished and nurtured
In time

Luvbeingadyke

A Gift

Bury the sublime
The unparalleled emotion
Of soaring freedom
All but ephemeral
In its addictive sweetness
 
Bury it deep
So as not to dwell
On what is no longer
Where it can be kept safe
 
Indebted to the universe
Our paths crossed
I can savour the all consuming joy
In a heartbeat
The connection never ceases
I soar in the sublime.
 
Luvbeingadyke
 

Fool for Love

Words of promised affection
Hoping the sentiment
Will be eaten to feed another's
Insecurity
 
Who is the fool?
 
Disingenuous words veil a want
An addiction to praise
To sympathy
A gluttonous ego
 
Nothing more than a scavenger of love
Preying on a perception of weak
They are clear and the agenda
Visible
 
Someone I now, used to know
 
Luvbeingadyke

Is Love

Is love 
negotiated 
owned 
appropriated 
thread bare 
down sized 
remodeled 
traded in
over grown 
unpolished 
designed 
ethereal 
cloudless
plain 
mundane
You?

Luvbeingadyke

The Shadow of my Sorrow

In the shadow of my sorrow 
     I wander aimlessly caressing 
     the loving echo of your memory
            your laughter, your scent

holding in my arms of remorse
a hard but necessary decision
     I swaddle you in tenderness 

light emanates for a sweet moment 
before my arms grow heavy and 
     I return to the shadow
          again 

Luvbeingadyke

Untitled

Gentle fingers playing the notes of my soul
Salvation in melody
More honest in truth than any word spoken
A rhapsody so exquisite
Love crescendos to an aching sadness
To dwell in the memory of my heart
Loves beauty so fragile
I softly weep

Luvbeingadyke

Smiling

It makes me smile
Watching her wrap her hair around and around
A dread-lock bun all self contained
An amazing feat in her fairy wings and crown

It makes me smile
Her floating next to me playing chickoo
Someone pure of heart a hippie, don’t tell
A free spirit but only when the sea is blue

It makes me smile
To see her wearing an orange shiny skirt
It gives her an added feminine edge
From the usual sleeveless flannel shirt

She makes me smile
For all eternity

Luvbeingadyke

She has gone

The heart knows no resolution
There is no sojourn for love
No convenient end
To loving her
Love becomes entwined with grief and sorrow
Forming a strong rope of emotion
Tugging on my heart
Reminding me
She has gone

Luvbeingadyke

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