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
goodbye.

--

Ben Pickard 2020

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  • 4 weeks ago

    by Golden AnGel Rhapsodist

    Dear Ben,
    I LOVE THIS POEM,IT'S LIKE PULLING MY HEARTSTRINGS WHILE READING IT ESPECIALLY THESE LINES

    *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
    goodbye.

    Amazingly penned as always .

    GEL

    • 4 weeks ago

      by Ben Pickard

      Thank you, Gel. I hope you are keeping well.

  • 1 month ago

    by Robert Gardiner

    Wonderful.

  • 2 months 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

  • 2 months ago

    by Em (marmite)

    This is just WOW!

  • 2 months 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.

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