Sunday, 31 March 2013

The grave man



Have I lost your love

After all these years is it over

Is it written in stone?

 

Tears fall like petals

As I ponder in sadness

And cry to the moon

 

In the pit of grief

The howling winter cold calls

And I am shut out

 

My peak of despair

Please free the locks on your heart

Else I’m a grave man

 

You may ask me what happened to the 12th word “Staff”. This word did not sit well with me after the grave man line which cried out “stop now!”  But if you insist the last verse is:

 

So I walk away

I strike my staff on the ground

My face to the wind

 

 

 

 

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15 comments:

  1. Marianne31 March 2013 at 04:23

    Such bitter despair. Nicely wordled!

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  2. Dr. Pearl Ketover Prilik (PKP)31 March 2013 at 04:30

    Can taste the tears and feel the love - Lovely

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  3. annell431 March 2013 at 05:57

    Yes I feel the bitterness of your words.

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  4. Stan Ski31 March 2013 at 06:16

    Puts a lump in my throat...

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  5. Jae Rose31 March 2013 at 08:49

    A guttural cry..never be a grave man..

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  6. Amrit Sinha31 March 2013 at 11:12

    A sad story of a grave man !!!

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  7. Walt Wojtanik31 March 2013 at 12:41

    I find many images here that I have seen in my own words. Like minds thinking in expressive terms. Thank you for offering your mind for us to see.

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  8. Ann (bunnygirl)31 March 2013 at 13:49

    To feel such sadness requires making oneself vulnerable. That takes courage, so I feel confident the grave man can overcome even this.

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  9. Anonymous31 March 2013 at 17:30

    Losing love is never simple or easy. It may haunt us for years. I feel for the grave man,

    Elizabeth
    http://soulsmusic.wordpress.com/2013/03/31/wild-things-of-inspiration/

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  10. teri31 March 2013 at 20:14

    I left behind the words powders and after for the very same reason. The last verse of yours imparts resolve. Although we all know bitterness tends to follow us. Thanks for stopping by my place today.

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  11. brenda w31 March 2013 at 21:06

    I like the resolute tone of that last stanza with the staff. go figure. LoL Happy Easter OE~

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  12. Jules1 April 2013 at 11:32

    Rules, word lists, recipes all guidelines.

    I like it without the last first. Sometimes the heart knows best.

    Perhaps the fairies fed your muse?

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  13. Dave King2 April 2013 at 06:22

    Like this, but think it better without the omitted stanza. The integrity of the poem before the demands of the prompt, every time!
    Excellent work.

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  14. gautami tripathy2 April 2013 at 07:24

    This is so beautiful....

    I am here after SO long!! Sorry about that!!

    inside that bowl, I see the whole world

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  15. Tumblewords:3 April 2013 at 12:52

    A beautiful whistle in the dark!

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