Katherine Braithwaite Poet Triolet

In My Dreams He Is Alive Again

The face that was familiar is no more
Yet in my dreams ,he is alive again
If ,by a chance, his life could be restored
It would affect me like the hidden chord
Which played, my   own life  force would   go.
That one must live and one must die is plain
The face that was familiar is no more.
Yet in my dreams ,he is alive again

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Paul Callus August 30, 2016 at 12:50 PM Having just read your previous poem (I can't stop getting it) I can understand these words even more. Loss is hard to cope with; memories will stay there for ever more. Take care. Regards // paul

Tim Smith August 29, 2016 at 4:01 PM Such a lovely Triolet Katherine. He will remain in your dreams close to your heart. Katherine Braithwaite August 30, 2016 at 4:32 AM Thank you so much,Tim.I only wrote my first triolets last week.I find learning helps sadness.And often when grieving there is much time empty of the one who used to share it.I am touched by your comment.Katherine.