No More.
Now stilled the ocean’s
ceaseless quest
as mighty oaks let fall
their crowns.
The Skylark’s song drips
cracked and raw
across a careless dawn:
while rays of gold
no more bequeath
the smile that lit upon
my door.
For time’s cruel hand
has taken back
the heart that beat within
my own.
Absolutely beautiful. Your muse from another time is using you well. Alison xx 😉
Thank you Alison, it’s written for the loss of my beloved dog, a wonderful friend and main companion. For a couple of months I had no heart to write anything I was so lost. Today I really felt he was around me, I truly hope he is. Sue Xx.
I can hardly bear it…the loss. I will face this some day when my canine companion of 14 years leaves me too.
Many cannot comprehend the pain of losing an animal friend but I can.
I nominate this. A profoundly beautiful poem on its own with a deep spiritual feel but now you have alerted me to your ‘muse’ (in this instance) I hope it brings you some comfort.
Alison xxx
Alison, thank you so much for nominating this poem, not only because a nomination is such an amazing thing to have, but the fact the poem is for Harvey makes it even more special. I sincerely hope you have a lot more time with your dog and do not have to face this loss any time soon. Losing my mum was the very worst loss I have ever experienced of course, but losing a beloved companion whatever form of being they are is right up there just inches behind. Apart from his first early weeks it’s just been Harvey and… Read more »
It will be that way. They never leave us in my experience. I have woken a couple of times to the noise of my old dog Chief (had for 13 years) wagging tail banging the bed as always used to happen and hearing his panting, only to find the room empty.
My dear old mum has also felt her old cat Felix jump up on her bed. Yes, she’s got dementia but she was perfectly lucid when she told me about it and it gave her comfort.
They also visit in dreams 😉
xx
That’s such a lovely thing to experience, I agree it is very comforting. I had four cats all brought up together they all died elderly and sadly about 18 months of each other, my last remaining cat seemed to be a link to their world and ours, and would often bring one or two for a quick visit, each cat was different and I immediately saw which cat it was and just had time to say their name and have a word or two before they had gone again. Heartbreakingly a year or so later I lost my last cat… Read more »
Hello Sue, I enjoyed reading this poem and although I suspected it I was not quite sure as to its origin. You have ‘spoken’ to me of the loss of your dog on a previous occasion, but this poem is I feel more about you and your memories. I enjoyed too reading your conversation with Alison. Alison was always ready with a friendly word of encouragement when I was writing as I am sure she has been with you, I am sure she will want you to find a way, as I do, to look to the future with optimism.… Read more »
Hi Michael. Yes you are right: the memories are everywhere and I was ( am ) finding it hard to deal with that. writing about it helped. Alison has been a marvellous guide along the poetry road, she and Mike showed me the right turns to take. Each time I lost my other two dogs my family were living with me and I waited a year before I felt it was time to have another one, but I am alone now and the loss of Harvey’s companionship is proving too difficult to manage, so to make coping a bit easier… Read more »
I adore your “….careless dawn:”
Thank you very much for your kind comment.
I apologise for such a late reply I haven’t been on here as much as I was. Xx