Cry Her Lilies
Cry Her Lilies
Waxen flowers tower over
her waxen repose.
Polished and pale -
cut off from life
and displayed
to my goddamn eyes,
now linked in my mind
with the loss
of my heart.
The urge to pull
both of my eyes
from their sockets
is maddening.
This quadrille (44 words) poem was prompted by those teary eyed folks over at DVerse.
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heartaching to read but impossible to consider experiencing.
ReplyDeletems_lili is me.
DeleteThe ending lines is filled with maddening grief. Beautifully sad quadrille.
ReplyDeleteCry Her Lilies..............There is such power to this piece. Anyone who has lost a dearest, and gone to the wake with the flowers around and towering above and over the made up waxen body that once was alive, just as those blooms had their lives cut short....
ReplyDeleteI found this a powerful piece.
the grief in the last lines cuts deep.
ReplyDeletethe sadness and grief is so palpable.
ReplyDeleteOops I entered a comment on another of your poems ... this feels visceral and is beautifully composed!
ReplyDeleteSuch extreme sorrow... tearing your eyes from their sockets is extreme
ReplyDeleteHeard of pulling hairs. Pulling eyes now thats dramatic and ghastly
ReplyDeleteHave a good Tuesday
Much love
wow. this is intense Christ - that last stanza...
ReplyDelete-David [ben Alexander]
Such intense grief--and shades of Oedipus!
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