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And so
by Maria Terezia FerenczAnd so during her brief periods of sleep
the world continued to churn
and no one noticed her absence
I would revel in the silence
Why then such horror upon her demise
such emptiness
was it not just one more brief period of sleep
did the world stop turning?
why of course it hadn't
but I had
I had stopped turning all together
a state of stasis dangerous to my well being
And so finding the similarity between her nap times
and her death
became the branch I grabbed
and held fast to
on my way over
the cliff
of her demise
08/01/2007 Posted on 08/01/2007
Copyright © 2024 Maria Terezia Ferencz
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 08/01/07 at 10:31 PM You've really hit upon how we perceive separation - napping but still there, though unable to be responsive to - and actually gone. Your last stanza is so touching and takes that leap, if you will, into the unknown still trying to hang on. |
| Posted by Rhiannon Jones on 08/01/07 at 11:56 PM Kristina said it well. |
| Posted by Maria Kintner on 08/05/07 at 09:39 PM If ever there was a description of that place we find ourselves, waiting for death, this is it. It caught me in the throat. |
| Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 08/05/07 at 11:17 PM Knocks the wind right out of me. Thunk! |
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