11 Nov 2010

Magpie Tales # 40

 In Absentia

The spaces in my day
leave holes in the sky
where tears fall through.
Your thoughts are absent,
and build a fence too high
for me to see beyond.
I grieve for a lost time,
for I do not understand
where it has gone,
nor yet why, but its pearls
remain strung about me.

Thanks to Willow for this Magpie Tales picture prompt.
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18 comments:

  1. Myrna R.11 November 2010 at 17:40

    This is beautiful. What a creative way to respond to the prompt.

    (When I clicked on your site, I was informed your blog does not exist! There's a glitch in the linky. I had a little trouble too. Finally I linked giving only http://... - rather than http://www...)

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  2. Helen11 November 2010 at 17:47

    Penny, this is really a lovely Magpie! Strong and sad too.

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  3. Strummed Words11 November 2010 at 18:04

    I love this, Jinsky. How sad and moving!

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  4. Doctor FTSE11 November 2010 at 19:44

    Jinksy . . I think perhaps you need to link to the actual POST rather than the whole blog. 1. Create a blog archive. This lists the individual posts. 2. Select the post you want to link on Linky FROM THE ARCHIVE, so that the title of the POST appears in the URl window. 3. Copy the POST title from the URL window and paste it into LINKY.

    The URL of this POST is: -
    http://pens-poems.blogspot.com/2010/11/magpie-tales-40.html

    I like the poem very much. Rather sad, but well put together.

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  5. Brigid O'Connor11 November 2010 at 20:15

    What a sad but lovely poem,

    'The spaces in my day
    leave holes in the sky
    where tears fall through'

    that says it all about our lost loves.

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  6. Lyn11 November 2010 at 22:17

    This is very touching..you did it so well!

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  7. Other Mary11 November 2010 at 23:01

    This is wonderful! Time...where does it go?

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  8. jabblog12 November 2010 at 11:30

    This is quite lovely and very fitting for the day. How many bereaved women must have felt this way and for ever on each anniversary.

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  9. Kristen Haskell12 November 2010 at 18:30

    This does feel rather sad. Your words touch me. I look in the mirror and wish I could drink hair color so I wouldn't have to constantly deal with my roots.

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  10. Tess Kincaid13 November 2010 at 14:55

    Lovely and so very touching.

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  11. Tumblewords:15 November 2010 at 02:27

    Haunting...

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  12. Anonymous15 November 2010 at 11:17

    This is very moving; I keep going back to it.

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  13. Jinksy15 November 2010 at 12:03

    That is a comment I can be proud of, Nimaruichi - thank you!

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  14. Tess Kincaid15 November 2010 at 14:24

    Beautiful and poignant. I love this, Penny.

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  15. Teresa16 November 2010 at 01:14

    I love this one. Such a wonderful and creative take on the prompt.

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  16. Eileen T O'Neill .....16 November 2010 at 12:19

    Jinksy,
    A beautiful poem filled with lots of emotion.

    Thank you for visiting my blog via Poets United.
    I have now located you and have added your blog, to my blog list to follow!
    Hope to meet again,
    Best wishes, Eileen

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  17. Coloring Outside the Lines16 November 2010 at 17:46

    Beautiful poetry. "I grieve for a lost time" has a special meaning to me. Thanks for sharing..

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  18. The Blog of Bee17 November 2010 at 15:46

    I think many of us grieve for a lost time or a time that was.

    Beautifully written.

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