"Poetry is thoughts that breathe, and words that burn." ~Thomas Gray

"Poetry unites." ~Anon

"Truth is such a rare thing, it is delightful to tell it." ~Emily Dickinson


Written by Faith P.
She lives in Vermont, USA
Her blog: Stones From My Heart

Winter Blues
(for Tosca)

I am in the blue dark
wood by nightfall
as silent
as my dog not breathing
on her bed no pain
for the first time
no life
I am in the blue blue darkness
of night of no moon
of no sight
my dreams haunt me on the edge of sleep

Why is it even the sponge with which I washed
your floor makes me cry as I
rinse the last dirt away.

Originally published on writer's personal blog.
Posted with consent of the writer.

4 Comments:

  1. WHY said...
    Oh, I can see my dog, Sasha, in this poem. It's been over ten years, and I still smell her doggy breath and feel her warm nuzzle..
    christopher said...
    Faith, You took my skin off with the last verse.
    CLAY said...
    "I am in the blue dark
    wood by nightfall" someone who actually understands pure darkness--have you ever seen something so dark that it mimics other, more brilliant hues? Truly a beautiful image. Faith, I salute you.

    Ever Yours,
    Clayrn Darrow
    K.Lawson Gilbert said...
    so beautifully rendered - it brings tears

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