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Lachrymose
by Quinlan L GibsonI cannot smile as often as I do
sadness puddles me in you
Crying cradles see
the waves are breaking me.
I don't suppose it shows.
My heart hurts and you were not here,
our memories faithful and clear,
Shred through my psyche rupture and tear.
Days of lachrymose, my lover ghost.
I miss you, I breathe comatose.
I don't suppose it shows.
11/15/2006 Author's Note: RIP/AJV
I can't shake this. My heart hurts.
Posted on 11/15/2006
Copyright © 2024 Quinlan L Gibson
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Rachelle Howe on 11/16/06 at 06:43 PM Deep, deep seeded anguish flows and breathes through the rhyme and meter. I'm so very sorry for your loss. |
| Posted by Leslie Ann Eisenberg on 11/18/06 at 06:45 AM the honest, raw emotion is immediately present, but the line, rhythm, sound and form make it pour like a geyser of tears onto the page. especially lines 8,9,and 10...blow chills up my spine. very effectively crafted. reads as the expression of deep sadness that once hid beneath shock and anger and disappointment. assuming this is auto-biographical, i am sorry for your loss. PK |
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