Sunday, 11 November 2018

Holding your hand


What can I do with all these tears?
I'd never before seen the connection between weeping tears
And the tears that rip you open until now
Now as I feel my heart being torn open again the tears flow freely
What's the thing about grief that punishes me so much for loving?

What can I do with all these tears?
Can I collect them and wash myself free of the memories
That constantly nibble at me now?
But you are all around me and within me, both outside and at home
There is the scent of you, enticing but sadly out of reach

What can I do with all these tears?
Let them fall and get them to send a message of lasting love
That will forever be in my heart
Telling you of your children and grandchildren, of music and birds
Of the sea and the hills and wind and rain and of holding your hand

Image found found at https://pixabay.com/en/sunset-couple-holding-hands-love-583933/

20 comments:

  1. The loss is so wild here, slashing wild and deep -- this pain is always ahead of whatever slow healing is to come. Feel your pain, brother. Long relationships go so deep into the heart.

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  2. Oh this made me cry 😥 words aren't enough to express just how beautiful this poem is.

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  3. Loss is sad, but it is our job to find accommodation for our losses. I know she would want you to live and love in celebration, for her.

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  4. My new favourite, Robin. You have written love and loss the way it feels, so beautifully. I especially love what you tell her in your closing lines.

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  5. Oh, Robin... that refrain squeezes at the heart and makes it weep all the tears your poem speaks of. The first line made me stop, take a deep breath, and hope not to melt into sorrow...

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  6. I think you should bless the tears, they are often a blessing... let nobody tell you anything else.

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  7. Yes those tears that rip us open are the hardest to heal and they don't seem to lessen much after many years....but I am beginning to find the joy in the memories after all what else is left.....beautifully written and tugging at my heart.

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  8. The use of repetition is powerful and as a a reader I wonder. What can I do with all these tears? I think tears need to be shed it helps release sorrow. Tears are real and your poem made me weep.

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  9. This is very sad, Robin. You write with such depth about grief. It is hard to know what to do with one's tears except to let them flow.

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  10. I loved this Robin. Honest and so very real in its feelings

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  11. I could feel your grief piercing my heart as I read these words. i love your honesty, your authenticity and how you express your sorrow. Beautifully sad.

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  12. "What's the thing about grief that punishes me so much for loving?"

    A profound write Robin.

    Thank you for dropping by my sumie Sunday this week

    Much❤💛❤love

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  13. Tears have to fall...so that the healing can begin somewhere. So much grief.

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  14. Oh Robin! This is my new favorite, a surprising love poem, to be so filled and spilling over and sharing forever.

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  15. this is such a touching poem.
    those tears, are not signs of weakness, but strength.

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  16. This brings more tears to read. We know we are alive and that we love when we feel so much.

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  17. This is so tenderly penned. The poignant and emotive use of repetition that begins each stanza, is both eloquent and impactful. Lovely close on this piece, Robin.

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  18. This is very beautiful, Robin, and pierces the heart.

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