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Part of Me Is Lost

[Re-posted]

From dregs
of twilight embers,
pale dawn’s embrace—
and naught but rusty glow
stolid umbra to banish,
in wan resolve,
from these, my solitary rooms.

Echoes.
Small children laughing,
afar and ago—
profound diminuendo.
Still, I grasp—
clutching sand—
a dying world to hold.

But pain’s recall
subsists—
and, shuddering,
ebbs,
into my eyes—
drips through my fingers
and onto the floor.

Copyright © Mark Peterson | Year Posted 2013

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Andrea Dietrich Date: 5/6/2014 6:18:00 PM wow, this is a powerful one of losing our childhood and possibly life. I really like the way you conveyed the sadness. Login to Reply Mark Peterson Date: 5/7/2014 8:16:00 AM Andrea, what a delightful surprise to have you dig down into this one from the past. I appreciate your remarks. It recalls the twenty years that I did not see my children.

Lucilla Carrillo Date: 2/26/2014 10:52:00 AM Another beautiful, but sad poem. It is time to look at yourself in the mirror and smile and say - I'm special. In the eyes of God we all are. have a nice day... Lucilla Login to Reply Mark Peterson Date: 2/26/2014 10:22:00 PM Lucilla, you can see the intent behind this poem in one of my replies below. As it turns out, I had a terrific reunion with my kids back in the early 90s, and this persists into the present. Thanks for stopping by.

Robin Davis Date: 12/6/2013 10:31:00 PM mark What a sad and emotional write. I can feel the pain and sorrow pouring out of your heart onto the page. Nice job Thanks for the concerned and sweet comment on my Bruised and Battered poem. Login to Reply Mark Peterson Date: 12/7/2013 1:01:00 AM Sorrow, indeed, but happiness upon reading your remarks. The very best to you.

Jon A Cavanaugh Date: 10/26/2013 10:17:00 PM Another excellently written poem. It's seems to me that there was a reference to death in a previous poem of yours that I read. And now I get a sense that this a poem of mourning for your wife. There is so much imagery in each of the three stanzas. I would appreciate it if you would let me know what this poem is about. If it is about your wife's passing then you have my condolences. You do have a gift. Please keep sharing your poems. Login to Reply Mark Peterson Date: 10/27/2013 1:08:00 AM Jon, thanks very much for your appreciative comments. The poem was written as catharsis over not seeing my children for 20 years. I recalled their laughter, from a long ways away and over a span of years. Mark