She Just Left...But Not Gone Poem by Almedia Knight-Oliver
She Just Left...But Not Gone
You were the first on the scene of Knights
third of the whole to melt into the night
Remembeing you like autumn scene, spilling colors down hills
and riverbanks; and the golden leaves lay still about trees,
tossing and turning and waking green in spring.
Oh this deciduous life!
rosebuds fall off
after blooms
delightful song
is not sung
morning bird's
voice mum
children chatter
has been hushed…
seeing grief rise; attach it to a thread then let go
to God's wind. Then watch it float like a kite…
higher, higher, higher, then fades out of sight.
Remembering her is our desire…
and her boundless caring, we highlight
In our darkest hour your spirit will be an eternal light
-proof that you left home and not gone. For your
loving spirit will forever remain aglow in our hearts.
‘In our darkest hour your spirit will be an eternal light’ ~ Mon Escorte ~ My Escort [incidentally a poem of mine] Wonderful observation and deduction…are beaming like Nascent Sun to give us delight. Thanks for such commonly uncommon poetry 10/10 Ms. Nivedita UK
Remembering her is our desire… and her boundless caring, we highlight, , , , we rememebr and cherish our sacred love... beautiful write i love it.... you may read mine'Si may go'
a wonderful penning of grief, hope, then acceptance a real world dilemna with all of us...one I addressed and overcame in my 'Just Enough Light' and 'Acceptance' and 'My Hero', , , , , thanks for sharing
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Then watch it float like a kite… higher, higher, higher, then fades out of sight. In height poet has also put the readers mind to fly in an endless ocean of eternity. Brain takes rest from where no hurry to come back....higher.....higher.....higher... echoes the whole universe. Well painted spring is also on the canvass. We feel she just left but not gone. Actually no pain of parting infects from the whole. A pleasant wideness with a sweet fragrance blowing through the poem. Unique experience of reading to feel indeed. More you write and write you more..... Regards, 10++ pranab