Poetry Thursday - A borrowed Line
This week at Poetry Thursday we've been lending and borrowing lines from one another's poems. I've extracted a line that is meaningful particularly this week, and for the first time, plan to just start a poem right here, and post it within the ten minutes I have to spare.
Thoughts of you keep sleep away
They sit on the side of my bed, poking at me,
reminding me, and laughing, saying
Remember? Remember?
They ask questions for which I have no answer:
Why? When did the slide begin? What can I say now?
And if sleep comes, she brings dreams of you:
Your face cold, and sometimes your back as you walk away.
Once your hand reaching out to me, only to be drawn back.
Now, new memories. This week's pictures. A tear in your eye,
Your hand reaching, and one last embrace. Your face.
[I borrowed the line from Rethabile. You can read all the other poems this week by going to Poetry Thursday HERE]
Labels: Poetry Thursday
posted by GreenishLady @ 8:17 am
14 Comments:
Bravo. Very nice poem. I hope the person comes back for good.
Morning, thanks for stopping by. I like the idea of thoughts as real and aware. You have captured the restlessness of memories.
Thank you for this ... I wept for the familiarity of this feeling ... and for the same sleeplessness ... nicely done
Very poignantreal feelings. Tugsat the heartstrings as I felt it happening to me.
lovely and bittersweet.
p.s. i borrowed your line.
I love the line "When did the slide begin" it's sort of the crux for me, and it's strong and moving. Nicely done poem.
Very moving poem... we all go through times like these...
You've done wonders with your ten minutes!
How we've all been here, been sleepless, wondered why. You've put it to words beautifully.
Beautifully written.
this is beautiful...and sad. this image of the thoughts poking at you...how i know this too.
thank you for sharing your words today.
Came for a re-read, and noticed this time that, intriguingly, sleep is a she.
"And if sleep comes, she brings dreams of you."
It sure sounds better than sleep being a he. I don't know why. Any idea why?
Rethabile, Interesting you should ask that. I've faced the conundrum in the past whether to use male or female to personify sleep, but in this instance, the 'she' just seemed right. Maybe it's about sleep being a gentle presence? Thanks for asking.
What a poignant poem - that image of the hand reaching out, then drawing back, says so much. And to think you were able to bring such poetic images to life with your words in only ten minutes - well done, Imelda.
xo
What a fun idea! And yes, a familiarity here too. Love this one.
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