Her face frozen in time Drifts on memories Floats through my mind Lost to the years Remembered in kind The innocent feature that I’ve left behind Her voice Echoes of the night Hard to remember the words she’d recite Stolen by the wind Confiscated by years Lost in my ages Gone from my ears Her hand No longer felt A remembered touch that made me melt Fingers locked aroused the glow Held so tight it hurt to let go Her love Filled my heart Now is broken Now torn apart Shattered pieces An empty shell Lost in memories Lost in hell
08/18/1981
i like the descriptiveness of this poem - nicely done patti
I like how you address one piece of her in each stanza. Really a strong piece. Thank you.
I had a shattered pieces tanka on here, too, had to remove for a submission though. This is very moving and nostalgic indeed. Well done.
Thomas, the emotion in your poems never fails to affect my heart. It is so deep and rich, that it feels like I can reach out and touch it with my hands, but then again it's just on the border of being ethereal. ~Chelle~
