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Can a wound like this be missed?
The thought that you may exist.
I cannot bear what once I bore:
Living as though I will die no more.
Snows pass us, and we are still…
Gathering flowers in the chill
Of a day that we left behind us
With the heartbeat that was.
We are quiet in the arms of that snow,
In the sleep we never shall know,
Whose dreams from our eyes had bled
Into the slumber of those who are dead.
Our hearts were slain by the poison light
That seemed like shadows to our sight.
I want to know if you loved me then
When we chose to never rise again…
Because we are in this wounded cell,
Where the spirits of our sorrows dwell.
It does not feel like dying; not today,
Though our echoes now fade away.
© 2021 Marten Hoyle
Can a wound like this be missed?
The thought that you may exist.
I cannot bear what once I bore:
Living as though I will die no more.
Snows pass us, and we are still…
Gathering flowers in the chill
Of a day that we left behind us
With the heartbeat that was.
We are quiet in the arms of that snow,
In the sleep we never shall know,
Whose dreams from our eyes had bled
Into the slumber of those who are dead.
Our hearts were slain by the poison light
That seemed like shadows to our sight.
I want to know if you loved me then
When we chose to never rise again…
Because we are in this wounded cell,
Where the spirits of our sorrows dwell.
It does not feel like dying; not today,
Though our echoes now fade away.
© 2021 Marten Hoyle
Published 28th Sep 2021
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29th Sep 2021 7:50am
“Because we are in this wounded cell,
Where the spirits of our sorrows dwell.
It does not feel like dying; not today,
Though our echoes now fade away...”
Oh. This one, hurt; reminds me of the grief & loss that emerges for things and people that one is unable to have & hold.
Whilst melancholic & heartbreaking, a reminder not to get lost in things that cannot flourish.
An awesome write full of emotion…🙏
Where the spirits of our sorrows dwell.
It does not feel like dying; not today,
Though our echoes now fade away...”
Oh. This one, hurt; reminds me of the grief & loss that emerges for things and people that one is unable to have & hold.
Whilst melancholic & heartbreaking, a reminder not to get lost in things that cannot flourish.
An awesome write full of emotion…🙏
Thank you kindly for your words, and your interpretation. When I shared the piece on another platform, a reader told me that she viewed it as having to do with a miscarriage. I was fascinated by her vision of the poem. It is not what I thought the poem was about, but to that person, it was. And she was right. Everybody's ideas concerning my work are correct. It means something different to each individual, and that's the way I like it.
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30th Sep 2021 11:12am
