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we held your leaving in trembling hands,
the quiet heartbeat of the clock which said
we were still here, and you were not.
we held your days with hungry hearts,
the tinkling of your perfect laugh,
the flutterings of busy, gentle hands.
we hold the sky a little closer now,
swallow all that cloud-lashed blue
and smile. remember your eyes.
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Written for dVerse.
Your last stanza is killer; great word smithing; my fave poem out on the trail tonight. Still fighting with my computer (which makes me crazy), so my routine is sorely disrupted.
So very beautiful and moving! “Cloud-lashed blue” is stunning, as is the last line.
So beautifully tender…love those last words, they really make an impact.
I love that last stanza turning memories to something good. To savor the sky, what better way is there to stay close to someone passing.
This is so beautiful and touching. I agree with everyone here, the last stanza makes the poem whole.
the end is so uplifting…absolutely beautiful…
Gentle and indeed uplifting to read De ~ I love the remembrance of kind and beautiful soul ~
Oh. My. Simply beautiful, De. ❤
What little bits we remember, stay with us remarkably long! A beauty.
Oh my goodness-straight to the heart. Made me think of my dad and the loss so fresh, perfectly captured here, my De Dear…holding the leaving in trembling hands–though his laugh was a bit more robust…thank you for this ❤
This is BEAUTIFUL !!
the quiet heartbeat of the clock which said
we were still here, and you were not.
Right at the onset one gets the feeling of a yearning not fulfilled. But there are elements of hopes perhaps!. Wonderful take De!
Hank
Your first line was gorgeous and set the bar high for the rest of your poem. ..and the rest of the poem certainly loved up. You captured grief perfectly.
Zowie, this is so beautiful, especially the sky, the “cloud-lashed blue”, and the loved one’s eyes, all wrapped up perfectly, and tied with a ribbon.
Oh this is gorgeous, De. The idea of holding and the heartbeat of the clock…The title says it all.