Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen

Friday, March 22, 2013

We Regret To Inform You

In that moment, her world split in two:
Before and After
and the chasm between was too wide to ever cross.
A gulf of time,
created in a second,
now so deep that she was drowning.
The shores held no safety;
memories brought an ache so profound
it rent her to the marrow.
The future held emptiness,
a void into which she feared she would disappear.
Wavering, she hovered in the nowhere,
her core unstable,
her existence untenable.


Brian Miller said...

on hearing those words....i think my world may shatter a bit as well....

Truedessa said...

oh..sorrowful weeps within the lines..nicely done..

Helen said...

These are words no one ever wants to hear ... 'we regret to inform you' ~ powerful poetry Ms. Mouse.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Oh you have drawn this so accurately - the dividing of life into before and after that moment. So well done.

Siggi in Downeast Maine said...

WoW,..intense and true to life..well written.

Kerry O'Connor said...

I imagine that this must be exactly how it feels to lose a child or the love of one's life. Very affecting.

Mynx said...

Haunting and powerful

hedgewitch said...

Bridging those chasms is indeed a lifework, and some never can, and anyway, nothing is ever the same. A great response to the challenge, LM.

Sini Rachel said...

There comes such times in our lives - A before and an after. The aches that rent you to the marrow...a rendition that makes you see the depth of the pain. Good words.

Mama Zen said...

I know that Before and After. Beautifully done.

Heaven said...

That opening line is a killer ~

Too bad for her future, to be hovering in the nowhere ~

Fireblossom said...

This is harrowing.