The Passing Poem by Theodora (Theo) Onken
The Passing
It was a cold day in May
Filled with fugitives of another time
Offering up history to repeat itself
I can still hear the sorrowful music
As the waves played their somber notes
Upon the shore
With tears of the dawn awakening all
The suffering of before
It was much like a countdown to another ending
Much like the November of seven years past
Back when the Autumn took another beloved
Into Puget Sound - the ashes were cast
November & May still have their unforgiving sting
With unfathomable pain still in this heart
Time does not ever ease these return dates
For the truth continues to tear me apart
By, Theodora Onken
May 6,2015
Dedicated to my mother and father who left too soon.
Thank you S. Kamoonpuri for taking the time to read my words. You are so appreciated!
A very poignant memoir of the beloved ones who reappear with the recycling of years after years. Very well expressed. Thanks for sharing You may read one of my poems I miss you
Awesome and poetic poignancy at sad memories. U wrote it in an interesting way n style beginning as freeverse then goes into quatrain rhyme. Yeah I do sth like that too. Kudos. Pls do review my latest poem too titled pop goes....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Thank you Amitava for your gracious words. You are appreciated.