Since You Are Gone Poem by Nellie Isabelle Steward Cooper

Since You Are Gone

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Since you are gone the stones lie differently along the ground
and words that are the same now have a different sound
-and-
sharp and clear in early dawn there is a road I cannot travel on

Since you are gone- since you are gone

Since you are gone the path seems steeper still
there seems to be more brambles on our hill
More birds that do not sing
more insects that do sting

Since you are gone- since you are gone

Since you are gone the stones lie differently along the ground
-and-
Words that are the same

Now have a different sound
-and-
Sharp and clear in early dawn

There is a road I cannot travel on

Since you are gone- since you are gone

Palling winds, blow softly now, I dread
foreboding echos lament beside my bed
How soon the embers glow is lost-
how soon the darkness comes and frost

And sharp and clear in early dawn there is a road I cannot travel on

Since you are gone-
Since you are gone

There is a road I cannot travel on

Since You Are Gone
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Bri Edwards 02 March 2020

" More birds that do not sing more incests that do sting" typo or Freudian Slip? ? ha ha. " Palling winds..." this stanza could use some tweaking i think. i like your repetition. I'm guessing you use the topic " abc" for a good reason. hmm? nice photo. sorry for your loss. bri :)

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Chinedu Dike 02 March 2020

Very touching, powerfully and movingly penned.

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Dr Antony Theodore 20 August 2018

Palling winds, blow softly now, I dread foreboding echos lament beside my bed How soon the embers glow is lost- how soon the darkness comes and frost.. since you are gone, my world of beauty, my peace, my serenness, love and joy is gone.......... expressing so vividly the pain...... thank u dear poetess. tony

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Amrane Nadia 02 April 2016

it goes straight to my heart u touch my feelings

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Dr Antony Theodore 01 April 2016

Since you are gone the path seems steeper still there seems to be more brambles on our hill More birds that do not sing more incests that do sting... a lament, sad at the same time full of desire. very good poem. love it. thank you. tony

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