Sunday, 17 June 2018

A shot in the dark


Honey I heard you call in the night
I was all alone, it was a fright
I felt your breath and heartbeat
Then your scent which was a treat

 Fresh flowers it was but late the hour
To visit me in this mournful bower
So many years since you had passed
Such a treat, I have been so downcast

 I have much to tell you sweetest love
So much has happened my turtle dove
Carefully wrapped around with my arm
Protecting you from all harm

 I awoke to find that you had gone
For me morning's sun no longer shone
I fiddled around over an hour
My bed it seems was not a safe tower

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18 comments:

  1. Vivian Zems17 June 2018 at 03:30

    When we remember our loved ones like this, no where seems safe anymore and you put it so well... the sun shines no longer. Beautiful.

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  2. Dr. Vandana Sharma17 June 2018 at 04:29

    Sad to wake up to a sad reality:(

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  3. Mary17 June 2018 at 05:30

    Ah, those visits in the night. If only they continued into the reality of the day. A poignant write.

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  4. Gillena Cox17 June 2018 at 06:16

    Sad indeed. Will never really get used to this I think. But time soothes as it heals


    much love...

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  5. Magical Mystical Teacher17 June 2018 at 06:20

    How cruel to have a sweet visitation, and then to find it was all a dream!

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  6. Sanaa Rizvi17 June 2018 at 06:46

    Oh gosh this is both beautiful and heart-breaking at the same time!

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  7. Rosemary Nissen-Wade17 June 2018 at 06:48

    Gone but not truly gone.

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  8. Magaly Guerrero17 June 2018 at 07:09

    Such longing... made only stronger by the leaving of the sun. I can almost see him, collapsing inside, when he sees that she's gone.

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  9. Sherry Blue Sky17 June 2018 at 07:17

    Oh the lovely visit in the night, and then the renewed loss on waking, beautiful and sad, Robin.

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  10. C. Sandlin17 June 2018 at 08:14

    So many emotions...and that wistful last chord. A beautiful poem.

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  11. brudberg17 June 2018 at 08:27

    I love how you brought in the scent... such a strong sensation in that.

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  12. LA Paylor17 June 2018 at 09:03

    good job with the words, creating a whole story for us

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  13. scotthastiepoet17 June 2018 at 10:35

    Yes indeed Robin - been there, done that!

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  14. Donna@LivingFromHappiness17 June 2018 at 13:47

    The longing for a loved one gone but still lingering in our dreams and just around the edges of our reality....beautiful!

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  15. Rommy17 June 2018 at 14:58

    Oh the ache at discovering she was truly gone.

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  16. Thotpurge17 June 2018 at 19:12

    Sometimes those dreams seem so real...it's a shame to wake up...

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  17. purplepeninportland.com18 June 2018 at 16:59

    So much lovelier if dreams continued on.

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  18. Keith's Ramblings22 June 2018 at 05:00

    Was she a succabus too? Nice one.

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