Tuesday, August 27, 2013

The River (For Ella)



The River
(For Ella)



The sweet sound
of her sleeping
between white sheets
sun-scented from a noonday sky

She hung them to dry as the wind
whipped and lashed the fairness from her face.

She stared toward the river
feeling it pulling her back
to that day when all above
was blue and still-

Until her heart tore
when she heard his cry
knowing she couldn't save him
from something so deep.






 



18 comments:

  1. Oh wow Lisa you have an amazing gift (the greatest gift a poet could have) the power to stir the human heart with your words.

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    1. Thank you. I wasn't sure about posting this one, it was based on my Grandmother losing her son who drowned in the St.Lawrence river when he was very young. Having ten other children, I don't think she had time to truly grieve. A very difficult one to write.

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    2. Heartbreaking. I had my daughter right as my grandmother who was like a mother to me died and I didn't have a chance to grieve it is devastating

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  2. Wow Lisa, a stirring piece with such a strong ending. Reading your process notes struck me in the heart!

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  3. Thank you Jennifer. I was tempted to delete it from my blog, it's not getting many comments, I think it's just too sad for a lot of readers but I think my grandmother would appreciate me telling her story, one no one wanted to talk about.

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    1. I love that you wrote for her! This is important work, I think...writing for someone else's pain, writing what someone else was unable to communicate about. So glad you did not delete this! Brava, lady.

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  4. Wow... powerful and heartfelt poem, Lisa!

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  5. Powerful Lisa, that ending was so heart wrenching

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  6. Powerful Lisa, that ending was so heart wrenching

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  7. Oh wow, this is a true story ... so courageous of you to write.

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