Poetry is nearer to vital truth than history ~ Plato

Monday, April 30, 2012

#OpenLinkNight @dVersePoets ~ Tear Drops & Bread Crumbs

I know you don't want to see me cry.
Damn it! I try
not to.
I know you don't want me to feel this way.
I know you'd fix it if you could.
But fixing is the last thing I need.

Remember what it was like to listen.
To simply fall into the sound of my voice.
Remember when I would sing to you,
even through the tears.
You would close your eyes...
even attempt to harmonize...
Where do you go now
that even off-key
you will not sing with me?

There was a time when we shared a dream...
perhaps that's where these tears come from,
knowing that the dream has changed
we have changed
and even if it is for the better
what good is it
if we are driven further apart?

So much time has become our own
now that the nest is empty
more than it is full.
It is in the emptiness
that I feel the weight of the silence
and wonder how we find our way back
with no bread crumbs left to pepper the path
Did you forget them...
or did I?

I pull my hand back quickly
from the pocket you never knew was there.
The dust in my palm
now all that remains
of our path
and the raven has grown hungry.

Much too late for regret
and I know you don't want to see me cry.
***

I get to play host for OpenLinkNight, so once again, I'm up early! There's a pub to prep and steins to polish don't you know...and I'm thinking I might even iron the apron this week, as I'm feeling strangely domesticated. There will be ample Poetry on tap at dVersePoets and I can mix a mean Long Island Ice Tea! Hope to see you at the Pub, Poets! Linking up at 3pm EST. Don't you just love Tuesdays!!! :)

61 comments:

Buddah Moskowitz said...

There is so much sadness and vulnerability in this. At the time, the questions are perplexing and maddening. If this is autobiographical, I'm sorry. If it isn't, then I am gently jealous of your skills. Much love and respect, Moskowitz

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Heaven said...

This is so sad and full of regrets ~

The empty nest, the bread crumbs, the off key song, the changed dream...nice write Tash ~

Brian Miller said...

very sad...the growing apart....the rememberance of time shared or dreams shared that are no longer...i def dont want the empty nest to be the end you know...to wake up and realize WTF...ugh...

vululami said...

The emotions are quite sad, but I'm loving the mastery of words woven in this brilliant piece of art. Keep going.

Fred Rutherford said...

Somber write Tash, but still, oh so good. Love the bookends here, Don't want to see me cry…great job here, look forward to you tending the bar later tonight. Thanks

Claudia said...

oh this is sad and painful write tash...happens all too often though...love the image with the bread crumbs..think they would help...maybe there are some left in one of the forgotten pockets..

Susie Clevenger said...

Sad when life has reached a place where two people no longer connect..You have so poignantly written its pain.

Mark Windham said...

sad and beautiful....I remember

Mama Zen said...

I love the vulnerability of this. Sad and tender write.

aprille said...

Hope this is/was not reflected in reality. One never knows, when reading.
So realistic.

moonlitpoetic said...

lines that stir..you paint the poetic image so true to life. just love this.

Beachanny said...

Amazing capture. These periods wax and wane in a marriage. Men seem to think they've given up all their words just at the time women want and need to hear them. This reverses, of course, later. Then when she's built her life, he wants to talk again, be part of the conversation. Marriage like everything else on earth is a contradiction. Eloquently stated with poetic realism.

Chris Wood said...

Tash, you touched me deep...so painful...hopeful that the spirit is not crushed.....then there is always hope! Wonderful write.

Ginny Brannan said...

There is certain emptiness when kids are grown and gone, and interests diverge. Hopefully there's a path to be found somewhere in the middle, despite the lack of crumbs. Intense words, I feel the ache and loss.

Abhra Pal said...

Beautiful reflections. I simply loved it.

Linda Kruschke said...

Tash, This is beautiful! It reminded me of the song "If I fall behind" by Bruce Springsteen. "Each lovers steps fall so differently. I'll wait for you, if I should fall behind wait for me." But so often lovers let those different steps come between them and the gap is filled with sadness. Peace, Linda

mrs mediocrity said...

oh my, well, you made me cry...
poignant and beautiful and i think that many of us have felt this way, been in this place at one time or another... those bread crumbs, they can be hard to see sometimes, you might have to get down on hands and knees, look under corners, overturn a few rocks before you see that they are there.

Anthony Desmond said...

"Where do you go now
that even off-key
you will not sing with me?" that is stellar... overall a very heartbreaking wite... when two people grow apart it usually stays that way... sigh

Bradley Howington said...

Very sad, but beautiful, and oh so touching. It brought tears to my eyes. Through pain we grow stronger. Stay strong, love. ♥

Shân said...

Being touched with melancholy myself I truly feel your pain in this one Tash my love. I've just bought your book though maybe that will make you smile :D await photographic evidence hahaa xx

montygrant said...

Very sad words tenderly written that stirred my emotions Tash. Thanks for sharing these words in such a beautifully creative way.

Blue Flute said...

Some amount of rawness, of hurt expressed as anger. Well spoken.

Steve E said...

As everyone says, very moving, and well written. Many (Ha! Who? ME?) can relate in some way.

In one of my scenarios, 'she' was a 'cellist' and with my violin we played often duets (together--grin!)

One day she began plucking her strings with another violinist. Always in tune. Always in tune. Then--GONE!

(I switched to "Pepsodent", LOL!)

YOU are GOOD!
PEACE!

colleen said...

You put into words something everyone can relate to on some level. Life can be such a rude awakening and so impermanent.

phoenixofthelinnet said...

Wow! I love this, so melancholy and yet so very familiar.

Great writing :)

Miss Laura A. Day said...

of course I love your words always. filled with wisdom and true brilliance.Thank you

ordinarylifelessordinary said...

I'll take this wonderful poem with a side of iced tea for sure, not that I'd need it, the words you use are as pleasing to swallow as a spoonful of honey. Potent and powerful, I really enjoyed this tale

poemsofhateandhope.com said...

I felt every single word of this....this is one of those poems that just shuts you up (if you know what I mean) honest and straight from the heart (I just sincerely hope this isn't too close to home)....brilliant writing...moving actually....

lori said...

I could really feel the vapors of two lives drifting slowly apart. Such a sad piece with many lasting lines.

Timoteo said...

no breadcrumbs left...beautiful.

mark said...

I've lived this, not the exact same this but a this close enough to recognize as this. A sad place, this...where anger and fear and hurt and loneliness collide and flee where everything and nothing makes a damn bit of sense.

And you put one foot in front of the other because that's all there is to do.

Great write, Tash....

marousia said...

Love this stanza:


I pull my hand back quickly
from the pocket you never knew was there.
The dust in my palm
now all that remains
of our path
and the raven has grown hungry.

kez said...

an empty nest brings into focus all sorts of things ....distractions like date nights work wonders be silly ...have fun ! beautifully written but so sad..hoping it's not autobiographic but if it is (((( HUGS ))) x x x

henry clemmons said...

The weight of silence. I so love that phrase. It will be one I fold away in a drawer, or press in a book. Very touching, honest poem. Moving as well. I really like the openness of your language expressed in poem. A very nice visit.

poemblaze said...

The vulnerability and the emotion are well expressed. I like the idea of pulling a hand from a pocket the other person didn't know was there. A lot of of symbolism in that.

poetcolette said...

Empty nest. . .
empty pocket. . .
loaded words.

ayala said...

Sad and tender write. So hard to grow apart....

meandrak said...

What got me was the lines about singing to one another: "Remember when I would sing to you...even off-key you will not sing with me". Been in the same situation. Singing, a celebration of passion and feeling and when not returned, disharmony...

Semaphore said...

The poet Rod McKuen, more well-known for his songs, is singularly under-appreciated by the conventional literary establishment. But his poems of love soared, and his poems of loss touched the hearts of those who read them... This poem reminds me very much of his work, and how - despite how he may have been viewed in the ivory towers - readers laugh, cried, lived in his work. Millions of them.

chromapoesy.com said...

Beautiful like raw silk, the texture and natural expression so moving. Hits close to home so I'll stop talking now and leave some moments of silence...

Victoria said...

So very poignant...the changes in relationships that tear us apart. You are so good at touching the sensitive place in each of us.

pandamoniumcat said...

Very sad words, so many things change through relationships over time... Nicely written!

1emeraldcity said...

This one truly resonates with me, Tash. Change does bring uncertainties and more change. And bonds really have to be strong to withstand ...at times. This is a brave poem. Thanks much for sharing!

Chris Lawrence said...

In its sadness in its regret there is a depth of feeling that grabs you by the gut and twists and i enjoy the sensation it gives as a poem and i know it will linger

Quotes,Photos and a little Poetry said...

Sad and it tough me to my soul. I never want that path again.
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vivinfrance said...

I ache for the sadness in this poem. I hope that it was written with the empathy of a third person, rather than the real tristesse of the narrator.

benmind said...

So softly dramatic and so sad. Each word finds its aching way to the next in what could almost be a section from a play, but the lilting song of your words keeps it poetry. Love your construction here, too: each stanza like a chapter to tell the story. And your words while said aren't bereft of hope which just rings at the edges. Your last stanza made me wonder at the universes in those pockets that are full that slip through even the most deserving grasp. So effective and so so, moving.

Charles Miller said...

This is sad, when relationships reach this dead zone of silence, where words just go into the well of the other abd seem to find no bottom. Listening is often the hardest part of being with another, that listening that harmonizes two souls to the same tune. You have really captured the deafening of that silence in your poem, captured the loss and questions so well.

Lady Nyo said...

This is such raw emotion, and it truly evokes what happens when we grow apart.

Sadness....but perhaps there is hope? Things change, they reverse themselves...sometimes without our energies.

A beautiful and true poem about life and relationships.

Lady Nyo

Christi Moon said...

poignant! I was very moved by these lines in particular--

It is in the emptiness
that I feel the weight of the silence
and wonder how we find our way back
with no bread crumbs left to pepper the path


beautifully penned!

Anonymous said...

It was very effective to return to the topic of crying at the end.

I really like this section:
"So much time has become our own
now that the nest is empty
more than it is full.
It is in the emptiness
that I feel the weight of the silence
and wonder how we find our way back
with no bread crumbs"

But this is my favorite; it kind of gave me chills:
"Did you forget them...
or did I?"

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Glenn Buttkus said...

I love the notion that we both keyed
into emotions for our poetics on this
go-round. This poem is so beautiful-sad,
it makes my hazel orbs glisten. If this
is not written from reality, then it most
certainly is written from the alternate
poet's reality, that handy dimension
we can pull over our heads when we
need inspiration.

haikulovesongs said...

you're breaking my heart with this one, Natasha!

Gwen Dubeau said...

You made sorrow beautiful with this one! ♥ ~ G

wayside word garden said...

So sad and painful. I love the bread crumbs, the hungry raven, the dust.

Chris said...

Such a sad poem, so masterfully written. I love these lines:
"I pull my hand back quickly
from the pocket you never knew was there."
We hide so much from each other in relationships; protecting ourselves for the possible moment when we will pull apart.

darkangelwrites said...

So sad. I wish relationships could end with a "well that was fun!" and a high five. Sigh.

Raivenne said...

Damn this just hurts. That awful gut wrenching moment when you know, KNOW it's over except for the actual words being said. Beautifully penned.

beckykilsby said...

with no bread crumbs left to pepper the path

Did you forget them...
or did I?

The journey to and from this point is so well achieved, Tash. Clear and effective; affecting.

PoppySilverUK said...

Astounding! I felt every line of this, brilliant poem, the heart is on the screen and willing to be deciphered, so beautiful! :)