A gardener without a tool
A child mourning their parent
A widow carrying an urn of ashes
I threw the ashes & out came a spark
The final moments of our joy
Then turned back into thin lines of dust
Giving texture to the air
Before I could prepare you were gone
I've no one to blame but the random name of a murderer
To make my night terrors comfortable again
All I need is my pillow
There's food in my stomach
And a sad infomercial on television
To make it clear I have too much pride
And most importantly
I had no shoes
but I managed to get up off my knees
And brush the dirt off my feet
Hat on my head
I took time to relax
But then I noticed that dirt spots
Were still on my soles
It reflected my heart.
© Anthony Desmond Scott. All Rights Reserved.
26 comments:
Beautiful description of the death of a relationship and a sad heart.xo
Hi Anthony, I liked the way the poem built up to its conclusion & thought the lines from "And most importantly..." were especially well written. I really enjoy poems that have a little whip in the end like this.
It's about a profound loss, so profound that it's almost unspeakable except in a poem. Nice one.
i like the creative descriptions you use...a zebra without stripes ..
and the ending is very strong..glad you linked up with one shot!
This is a powerful piece. We try so hard to pick ourselves up after we lose someone but we still carry the grief with us.
sad,powerful and poignant! i join Claudia, the zebra image served your theme very well..creative one shot :)
An interesting reflection. Love the way you pull the dirt throughout your piece
carrying is the correct spelling btw
thanks for the One Shot - glad to meet you
Moondustwriter
Thanks Moondustwriter for pointing out the typo!
Like how the poem breaks down to what is most important to the speaker, both in terms of necessities and resolve. Welcome to One Shot!
Hi Anthony,
I really enjoyed your poem. You use words so well.
Nice one shot.
beofer I could prepare you were gone - makes it worse when we're unprepared for loss. nice ending!
I like the line 'Hat on my head' shows a readiness to handle life and society again but still the pain lingers and the quiet reminders of a significant loss.
So deep and heartfelt. your way with words hits hard in the gut.
enjoyed your poem very much
thank you
and thank you for stopping by my spot today. I am lucky to have you as a follower
take care
Powerful and very sad. Recovering from a loss is so hard. just when you think it's past, you see the spots of dirt, still clinging there as a reminder.
Good to see you here, Anthony and I again enjoyed your post.. I like it very much...
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Powerful similes here, a strong and somewhat haunting piece. Thank you for sharing ;)
striking!!
great one shot :)
wow.....i was pulled from the start...the picture gave it more credence...i kind of thought of my own situation with unemployment and it seemed to echo it...thanks for sharing pete
This can be taken on many levels. Nice One Shot, Anthony!
heavy hearted...i feel those spots...nice iamgery...a painful parting....
simple enough for the lightest of minds, yet carrying* (smile) enough depth to drown in. very nice write...right? write!
(awesome opening page pic btw)
Solid use of imagery/language.
Sad, epic, powerful... love the imagery.
I feel the loss and stains upon the heart. Great imagery! I agree with Claudia on the zebra stripes.
sad yet powerful..
brilliantly put.
This is a fine poem that certainly captures the raw feelings of a dead relationship. Vivid!
Well done!
Jamie Dedes
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