The Departing
wikimedia commons
Frank Vincentz
we hide ourselves in the collective
the unconscious
moving
past my photographed images
of what life could have been
had i waited
to hold your face to the sun
but you tendered that which must be
to the sun
before I could stop you
moistening the lips
of the lilies
sweeting
forgetting my lust at your lapping
and my tears when you left.
copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2014
Inspired by The Secret Life of Bees: Thank you Susie
“It was the oldest sound there was. Souls flying away.”
Posted for for Real Toads
Wonderful, Audrey. A lyrical expression of love and loss, tinged with regret. Lovely writing.
ReplyDeletewe can easily get caught up in what could have been ...especially when the feelings were so strong and the memories so vivid...and the choices that could have taken us to a different place than where we are...
ReplyDeleteAudrey this so beautiful.
ReplyDeleteSuddenly your blog is going to my spam folder. I just found this by accident. I do believe I have my work cut out for me to figure out how to change and fix this mystery. Anyway, glad I found this and sorry for being late to the party.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poem!
ReplyDeleteooh I like this. Felt.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful and sad...
ReplyDeleteWhat life could have been, how sad Audrey ~
ReplyDeleteSo tender and so sad, Audrey.
ReplyDeleteYou build vivid images with your poem when I read this!!!
ReplyDeleteThe sound of souls flying away... your take on the notion is both sad and encouraging.
ReplyDelete