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Amid the Jagged Shadows

"Amid the jagged shadows of mossy leafless boughs;”  
                                            Samuel Taylor Coleridge
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I stand amidst the stillness of the graveyard and browse
My unbearable anguish like drooping flowers surge,
Amid the jagged shadows of mossy leafless boughs,
While hungry birds fly round twittering a plaintive dirge.

The old oak tree now denuded from all its green leaves
Time pass, forlorn eerie mist descends hiding the grave
Then sparkling white snow flutter down, thus my heart bereaves,
Bringing on hopelessness that dear life can never save.

No flowers by request she always maintained and said.
I could not bear to see others hide her from my view,
I disobeyed her and covered her with roses red.
Memories flooded my mind with thoughts that I pursue.

In the pain stillness of my heart, I know death does part
But like the nude oak tree, no one can refill my heart.

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Zahid Avatar
July 25, 2022 at 10:30 AM
Tragic... Very well penned. Thanks for sharing. Stay blessed
Dietrich Avatar
July 24, 2022 at 7:41 AM
a sad one with beautiful images, Victor. Loved all the red roses in it.
Raven Avatar
July 22, 2022 at 2:00 PM
Hi Victor, your wonderful words do paint sorrows vision and they touch the heart with a tender longing. You, my friend, are a Sonneteer. This is excellent, it makes my heart sing in its sadness. You have given true beauty to sadness, my friend. This has to be a fave. Have a wonderful evening. Your friend always ..... Mike.
Proxenos Avatar
July 11, 2022 at 11:44 AM
A true love can never be forgotten or replaced for it is a haven, a love nest which will always bring back the sweetest, most loving memories that life can offer. a sad endearing poem Victor. Blessings and hugs, Jennifer.
Gorelick Avatar
July 10, 2022 at 1:12 PM
So many of us walk about with an irreplaceable void, like a hole in our soul. Quiet desperation which seldom reveals itself to others passing by. Your beautiful heart-rending poem has touched me. Robert
M  Avatar
July 9, 2022 at 10:23 PM
Beautifully sad Victor…you are a master of penning emotions. You must miss your beautiful wife terribly. Lovely lovely poem! Debx
Horsman Avatar
July 9, 2022 at 7:36 PM
This is so emotional, Victor, a beautiful poem, your wife will be proud of, waiting in heaven, where there is always someone to meets us when we depart. Going to my favourites, need to read this often.
Anaya Avatar
July 9, 2022 at 5:58 PM
Everything changes, even God can’t stop the wheel in the sky. We can’t cling on, not even to a husband or wife, just cry, and keep our memories close by. Victor I was compelled by your grieving sonnet.
Tor Avatar
July 8, 2022 at 9:14 PM
Special touching words that reflect ones inner heartfelt emotion for someone dear to them. Heartfelt piece Victor... God bless you my friend hope you are well...
Eslinger Avatar
July 8, 2022 at 9:11 PM
Stunning…just as death and it’s grieving are…for a very long time..land even after that will keep its embers burning enough to rise with memories nearly fresh again of my own deep losses as I read your heart ‘s elegant voice expressing the edge of the ineffable. I could clearly see you. Hugs, Victor.
Kitchin Avatar
July 7, 2022 at 12:03 PM
A beautifully penned emotive poem Victor!
Buehler Avatar
July 7, 2022 at 11:15 AM
Sadness and grief at the graveside are captured by this beautifully written sonnet, evoking the pain of loss. Blessings, Evelyn
Andresen Avatar
July 7, 2022 at 9:58 AM
- A sad heart at the grave ... beautifully written, Victor :) - hugs // Anne-Lise :)
Roper Avatar
July 7, 2022 at 8:42 AM
Beautiful words out of you soul my friend. Your imagery outstanding. Blessings my friend
Lawrence Avatar
July 6, 2022 at 6:35 PM
Victor, You touched my heart deeply with this poem. Such passionate beauty, sadness and visuals you eloquently depicted. I love that you covered her with roses red. It’s such a moving tribute. Hugs and blessings to you , Susan :)
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July 6, 2022 at 3:01 PM
One of your best poems according to me Victor, I will fav this one. It says so much and it shows your skillful pen more brilliantly then sun ever could. She is smiling from heaven, and enjoying the roses, loved it, xo
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July 6, 2022 at 6:32 AM
Quote by Coleridge is beautiful! I understand this: Then sparkling white snow flutter down, thus my heart bereaves, Bringing on hopelessness that dear life can never save. For death is quite permanent. To disobey and cover in roses…it is the living that grieves. God bless you, dear one!
Pandit Avatar
July 6, 2022 at 5:45 AM
Superbly done, Victor. Emotions you convey tug the heart as memories unfold through your splendid write.
Poet Avatar
July 6, 2022 at 4:48 AM
Victor, The visual you create in your writing is stunning, and the emotions they evoke are compelling and poignant. Although this must have been a very distressing experience, I hope you may find some measure of mental tranquility.
Kendrick Avatar
July 6, 2022 at 3:49 AM
Ahhh!! I can feel the pain in this dear work. I hope not a recent loss for you and your family. Your visits to my page are important to me thanks for dropping by. Sara
George Avatar
July 6, 2022 at 2:39 AM
So touching and tearing the heart! The old oak tree denuded of green leaves is a striking image. I am sure this poem is stimulated by memories of your dear one. Please feel comforted, dear Victor that she will wait for you at the rainbow bridge....
Skelly Avatar
July 6, 2022 at 2:25 AM
Lamenting the loss of the beloved. Sonnet filled with grief...Delice
Seeker Avatar
July 6, 2022 at 1:58 AM
Sorrowful and soulful, Victor, May your heart heal
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