My mind drifts
from the still life in landscape
painted in oil
breaking up the melancholy
of cursed rooms
to the center of
the hospital bed
as I stood next to
my mother
pressing my pulse to her’s
willing her to live
her life dispensing
into my soul
losing cherished moments
running through my fingers
like air
Seas seven , no calls for
Pouty , cheeks of hot
Love drink
Life sitting next
To lovely beautiful you
P m a y
Poetry Wolf
The end just makes me want to reach out and grasp at the air. Beautiful and sad and filled with longing, Lana. This poem is touching beyond words.
“losing cherished moments
running through my fingers
like air”—Lovely and heartbreaking all at once.
Thank you so much, Carrie.
This is so very lovely
Thank you, Holly.
you”re welcome 🙂
Beautifully written, Lana – so very poignant and loving. Those last three lines are exquisite. Empathizing with you… 🥀
Thank you so much, Betty. I appreciate your wonderful comment.
You have expressed that moment exquisitely Lana. Hugs!!
Thanks so much, Pauline. Hugs back to you, xo
A heartfelt poem… beautifully expressed, Lana. Hugs and much love.
Thanks so much, dear Iris. Hugs and much love right back to you. xoxo
Heartwrenching, disconcerting and powerfully written.
Thank you so much, Oglach.
So hauntingly lovely, Lana. I imagine writing about losing your mother is a cleansing experience, right? At least, that’s what others say. At any rate, we’re fortunate to be able to put sorrows like this into words. Hugs to you!
Thank you, Debbie. I do believe that it is. Hugs back to you. Have a lovely weekend.
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Thanks so much, John.
You are very graciously welcome so much. Have a great day. Kick off your shoes. Feel the wind between your toes. Relax.
I almost feel bad for the painting, trying to be cheerful in its heartbreaking environment. This touched me: “pressing my pulse to hers / willing her to live / her life dispensing / into my soul” as if you are trying to pump life back into her, even as she pumps what’s left of her life into you. “Dispensing” is a great word choice. “Cherished moments… like air” is a gorgeous simile, ethereal, yet what keeps us alive and breathing. Great job, Lana. 🙂
Thank you so much, Joan. Yes, it is sad about the painting in light of such circumstances. It is truly these moments that fill us with such emotions that we can later process and write about. xo
Absolutely mesmerizing! Are we not vessels in which our loved ones help fill with life’s lessons of which they themselves have learned so long ago? I’ve always believed that we each are parts of one another. Although unique in our own way, we share a commonality. Beautiful words.
That’s a beautiful summation, Poet Rummager. Thank you so much for reading and for the lovely compliment.
Your poem is very touching. I did not get a chance to reach my mum’s bed. And plus she said to dad she had something to tell me, but she went with it – it is still sitting at the back of my brain. Not easy to forget. The best thing is that you were there with her and for her. Life is an exam, individually we all have a different question paper.
Awe Juli that is very sad, I know you think about it a lot. Life is truly a test for all of us, full of things that may not be resolved on this earth. Thank you for your kind words. xo
you are welcome Lana!
Your poem expresses so much of how one feels over the loss of a mother. Very touching.
Thank you so much Dee, it is an incredible loss.