Originally Blogging the Artist's Way. Thoughts, musings, experience of the 12-week course, January to March 2006. And after that?.... Life, creativity, writing. Where does it all meet? Here, perhaps.

Friday, August 11, 2006

Poetry Thursday. Unfinished Business

It's the theme. Brings me back again to another of my "marriage break-up" poems. Sorry. But it has that air to it. What's left to be done. What's not finished. In fact, since the poem was written, some of the stuff has been seen to. But not all. Still unfinished. Those memories. ...

101 things he didn’t take

picture of Ben Bulben
picture of his parents,
picture of us when our son was a year old,
any photographs at all,
any crystal,
any china,
the good pots,
the second-best bedlinen,
old towels,
books he didn’t want,
records he can’t play,
plants from the house,
plants from the garden.

You get the picture.
A thousand-and-one things
he didn’t take,
when you add them all up.

And swirling in the air still,
memories he didn’t take,
words spoken,
what’s left behind for me to gather,
put away, dispose of –
the past, the past, the past.

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At 11/8/06 1:03 am, Blogger twitches said...

Love the listing of everyday things, the connection to those things and a person's betrayal/heartbreak. Perfect representation of a divorce.

At 11/8/06 2:14 am, Blogger Colorsonmymind said...

This must have been so hard-to be surrounded with the every day memories.

At 11/8/06 2:31 am, Blogger Cate said...

Love this powerful, poignant list, but then again, I love all of your poetry!

At 11/8/06 3:30 am, Blogger deirdre said...

It's always the memories woven through the 'things' that are so hard to sort through. The echoes of heartbreak stay for a long time.

At 11/8/06 5:19 am, Blogger Dana said...

Oh, I love this. So concise but it contains so much.

At 11/8/06 6:30 am, Blogger Fran said...

Wow. I've been divorced for 22 years, but the day he left is still vivid. Your poem brings back many memories. We ended up being cordial as the years softened the pain and I give him more and more photos and memorabilia he didn't take then--and he appreciates it.

At 11/8/06 4:11 pm, Blogger Beloved dreamer said...

I have been there also. In fact I am living it now. Your poem was so full of what life leaves us when they go. Time does not heal it only passes. Wonderful work.


At 11/8/06 8:12 pm, Blogger Tarakuanyin said...

I've been going through this right now, and you've captured the pain in the details so perfectly. Lovely.

At 12/8/06 12:33 am, Blogger pepektheassassin said...

Haven't heard from you for a while! This poem is touching, it communicates "in the white spaces, between the lines" so very well. What is unsaid in this poem is as powerful as what you have written.

At 12/8/06 2:14 am, Anonymous tinker said...

Welcome back! This brings back some memories...I once called the police because I thought someone was breaking into the garage at night. Turned out it was just my ex-husband rummaging through boxes; just windowshopping...
Turned out there wasn't anything left he wanted. What a metaphor.
Your poem describes those divorce-induced feelings so well.

At 12/8/06 5:17 am, Blogger Alexandra G said...

What a powerful poem. Made me think about my own events of the past year. *sigh* Deidre's poignant comment about the "echoes of heartbreak" is so, so true, isn't it?

At 12/8/06 4:30 pm, Blogger Beloved dreamer said...

I can only say, that you and I know sadness and loss. I thank you for your kind words.

At 13/8/06 3:36 am, Blogger Frankie said...

Fantastic poem! I really like the transition from the everyday items to the memories and words still swirling in the air..."the past, the past, the past" resonates so poignantly. Thank you for your words.

At 17/8/06 3:48 pm, Blogger liz elayne said...

oh oh oh...this one brought tears to my eyes. such space this leaves...


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