Charles Fuller Poet Free verse

Requiescat of Solitude.

Sweet summer winds, hear me
Ne’er endure this bewailing daybreak
For where whether not daylight rises
Now silenced eternal under prettified blossoms
Sleeps that sweet beauty that defined me.
Under the dimly faded blanket of Gaia 
In the blanched obsidian void of memory
Her slowly fading voice of once yesterdays
Never again to behold tomorrows promise
Or the faint blushing of a passionate today.
Just as with the finality of her passing
So to must I forge into the imminent
Over muted gray landscapes I must trod
Where ardors drying tarns now reflect me
Eroding under slow eyes of time…
As I linger waiting for him to claim me
She lies peaceful, only I, to grieve.

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Michael Jordan October 5, 2008 at 11:09 PM Charles from one who reaches "Deep" with-in to write his poetry my hat comes off to you on this one as I humbly bow - This was painful beauty that ended like no other I have ever read - God Bless you and yours always

Vince Suzadail Jr. September 29, 2008 at 2:06 PM Recquiescat until we rise again. I sometimes wonder if the circle will be unbroken someday and we will have a reunion of loved ones. This was sad and touching. As we drove by the cemetary where my mother lies, I caught my Dad quietly waving from the passenger seat. She died 16 days after their 50th. God Bless, Charlie. Vince

Maggie Huscroft September 25, 2008 at 8:48 AM You have written a very ,moving poem Charles I think"Eroding under slow eyes of time… As I linger waiting for him to claim me" are two of the saddest lines I have read...so bleak...heartbreaking

Lucinda Bulger September 24, 2008 at 6:32 AM truly a soulfully expressed poem. Simply beautifully written. thank you for sharing this.

Brian Strand September 24, 2008 at 12:37 AM Beutiful words and images Charles.Rgds Brian & thanks for your welcome comments

Kristin Reynolds September 23, 2008 at 6:42 PM A painting of grief, excellently written, and so very sad. You sure do know how to say it, Charles, love Kristin

George Anos September 23, 2008 at 5:03 PM haunting bro! Gave me shivers.

September 23, 2008 at 1:44 PM What a heartfelt and creative way to give the reader a perspective on grief. The creative imagery forwards your thoughts. Thank you for sharing this well-written poem with us. Karen