Jim Hirtle Poet Free verse

Lingering Memories

Gray mist mingles with tears sired in grief
My cold skin streaked by the hushed warmth of sorrow
Broken morning wooing my pain
Withered leaves once the color of emeralds
Prance over the cobblestoned path
Like tiny dancers tapping toes and heels to Nature’s unheard symphony
Naked trees line the path of lingering memories
If I don’t move
If my eyes refuse to look away
I can see her
Who she was
Before

Grace adorned in flowing crimson
Alabaster skin reaching for promises of tomorrow
She twirls barefooted and carefree
The pathway clamoring for her touch
My heart beating faster in anticipation of seeing her face again

I can’t see her face
God help me please see her face again
Glowing steel cuts my soul
One more time I beg
Before she is gone
Forever
Let me see who she was
Before I watched her die
With no lingering memories of me

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C L Sivaranjani June 7, 2021 at 9:54 AM Wonderful expressions and usage of language... Memories... So very important.... is compared to an invisible state of lingering... Like air is in gaseos state.... Wonderful Poem

Virginia Gelok April 1, 2021 at 10:46 AM is this real? it feels like it. Your words held me to the end just to see if you ever saw her. great!

Caren Krutsinger March 31, 2021 at 7:26 PM Your grief is so familiar "My heart beating faster in anticipation of seeing her face again" and your imagery is terrific.

Sara Kendrick March 31, 2021 at 10:26 AM Very expressive and emotive work that lets the reader feel the pain of loss. Enjoyed reading your work and feel for the depth of your sorrow. Sara