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Lone and Cold
His cloak has been left in the hall,
But nothing else remains at all;
His scent has long faded,
smile deteriorated,
A memory I can barely recall.
His pillow has been left on the bed,
No longer tucked 'neath his head;
It rests lone and cold,
Full of dreams untold,
Alas, my dear husband is dead.
But nothing else remains at all;
His scent has long faded,
smile deteriorated,
A memory I can barely recall.
His pillow has been left on the bed,
No longer tucked 'neath his head;
It rests lone and cold,
Full of dreams untold,
Alas, my dear husband is dead.
Published 3rd Jul 2017
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3rd Jul 2017 6:35pm
This is devastating, coralluna. I hope you can find comfort in your writing. This is fine work, tragic but still beautiful.
10th Jul 2017 8:31pm
My friends challenge me with 'starters', which is how this poem came to be. I think the line I was given was 'His cloak has been left in the hall', and then I had to build a poem around that. Writing is very therapeutic for me, and it helps me to grow as a person, I believe, by pushing me to experience potential situations without actually being in them. Sometimes imagination is enough .. Thank you for the comments, btw :)
9th Jul 2017 6:50am
