Cinzia Pellin
It was a
journey across
the disappearing
face of life.
She was an
unreadable being
moving into
the unknown
She still
remembers those voices
murmuring the
same old things
as the
morning dressed in black.
Before leaving
that land,
she sat on
the porch for
some minutes
and asked him again:
“Would you
like to tell me
where you
are now?”
But there
was no triumph in her words,
only the
magic of despair.
He is still
a space surrounding her heart,
a shell of silence
where
yesterday sleeps.
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What to do
after love?
What to do,
my love?
Karla
Bardanza
Copyright©Karla Bardanza 2013
such moments of stillness also integrates in moving on. very tender.
ReplyDeleteSad and beautiful. What lovely lines:
ReplyDeleteHe is still a space surrounding her heart,
a shell of silence where
yesterday sleeps.
Poignant, and sad, but with such grace.......I love "a shell of silence where yesterday sleeps"........"what to do after love?" Says it all, and perfectly.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful, especially love the last stanza.
ReplyDeleteSo much sadness in those questions. I hope she finds her answers.
ReplyDeleteMagic of despair...very poignant and very touching.
ReplyDeleteThe magic of despair - these words just dance of the page, I love this feeling and life.
ReplyDeleteA most beautiful poem of wishful despair..and longing.
ReplyDeleteEileen
He is still a space surrounding her heart - somehow comforting in sadness. Your poem resonated with me. Lovely.
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