I wrote her goodbye

by Ben Pickard   Jun 23, 2020

You were created with the
metaphors of my metered verse,
and similes that flowed up,
down and across the palms
of my ageing hands -
but you became real.
I could no longer contain my
words between veins stretched taught
to tether you and prevent you
floating away in a sea of red.
Now, you seep through every pore
and my ink evaporates
as it kisses the paper.

I breathe you,
and your rhythm
condenses in the vacuum
of my aching lungs,
but I exhale, and tendrils
of musical smoke escape
my lips and paint the
shimmering haze with


Ben Pickard 2020


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  • 1 week ago

    by Milly Hayward

    As always an amazing piece. Exactly as Em said WOW!. Im always blown away by your poems they never fail to captivate and amaze. Milly x

  • 1 week ago

    by Em (marmite)

    This is just WOW!

  • 1 week ago

    by Hellon

    It must be difficult to say goodbye to something you yourself have created. There was a certain deja vu about this verse I felt.

  • 1 week ago

    by Maple Tree

    My Ben-

    This poem had me on the edge of a whisper. Its beautiful and sad and just breathtaking! I miss you

    • 1 week ago

      by Ben Pickard

      Thank you, Maple. I have missed you, too.

  • 1 week ago

    by Brenda

    Ben, hello....I hope this finds you well...I love this piece! Your descriptives create a picture, the words form the story and your amazing skills give this piece of poetry life. Well done sir!

    • 1 week ago

      by Ben Pickard

      Good to hear from you, Brenda. I'm keeping well and I hope you and all those you love are too.

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