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Green

For Gulnaz

He left on Wednesday
After kissing her sweetly
She didn’t see it coming
He never said goodbye
She stayed in the dark
He had never liked the sun

His small white face
Laying still on the pillow
Tubes kept it warm
But even to her
It was clear he’d gone

He sent her messages at first
Green had always been
Her favourite colour
He left them in her shoes
Green raffia
Delicate runes
Like the veins of an old man

She thought them leaves
Scattered by the wind

He sent her more
Cradled in the brown
Gnarled twigs of his tears
Peacock feathers moss
Emeralds forest floors
Whole galaxies of green
The size of daisies

She looked sadly in the mirror
And brushed them from her hair

Each night he called her
Drawing shadows on the lawn
Alone in the darkness
Leaving her gifts
The last said he was sorry
And that he couldn’t stay

18 Comments:

Blogger Lorena said...

what a bittersweet poem written so delicately. lovely.

5:20 AM  
Blogger Neon said...

I had to read this a couple of times.
I appreciate the image the text invokes.

7:40 PM  
Blogger Sue hardy-Dawson said...

Hi Lorena, this came from a mixture of the inspration of Gulnaz's green poem and a discusion about how, if I was a ghost I might let loved ones know I was here. It was a tricky thought, we all share some unspoken thing that only those close would know but would we with our busy lives and our preconceptions of what we consider to be reality really listen or hear?

Hi Neon, some great pictures on your blog

7:51 PM  
Blogger Russell Ragsdale said...

She looked sadly in the mirror
And brushed them from her hair

The personal element of loss -- the missing things because you're missing something lost.

As always, you handle difficult stuff beautifully!

1:25 AM  
Blogger gulnaz said...

thank you so much Sue!!
this is an amazing poem! i agree with russell there you handle the most difficult of topics with great beauty! wonderful sue!

11:50 AM  
Blogger Amie said...

sad poem but nevertheless a good one. it's just so traggic.

and probably the departed one would say...
i wish so much you wouldn't cry
the way you did today
while thinking of the many things
we didn't get to say

11:59 AM  
Blogger Sue hardy-Dawson said...

Russel, I often find that the sad things in life are easyer to write about than the happy things. When I was younger I only ever wrote to exercise my sadness, having children in fact changed that. It's not that I'm a miserable person it's just that I find my unhappy moments are easyer to put on paper, whilst when I'm celebrating life I'm more confidently vocal

Thank-you Gulnaz it means so much to me that you are pleased with it

Amie that's lovely and so true, I always try to tell those people I love as often as I can, who knows what the future may hold. The good thing about writing down your thoughts is loved ones can always read them later and remember who you were and how much they meant to you.

12:43 PM  
Blogger Laura said...

Hia, glad to see youve been busy and people obviously enjoyed theri holls, sending all my love n best wishes for danny's big day - i'm sure he's done really really well.

I'm using matts work laptop on an evening but silly me didnt 'synchronise' my outlook express with my hotmail (whatever that is) so Ive lost most of my addresses, so you can email me and I'll get it, ta xxx

laura

9:55 PM  
Blogger iamnasra said...

Sweet poem written in very dlicate touch..I like the way you given the picture of how the man leaves traces of his soul existance to his wife..Love still continue even though we have departed

9:27 PM  
Blogger iamnasra said...

this is part of a poem written in Book called Within Myslef "The Will Power To Live Beyond cancer"

(You Are) poem title

.........................................................................................................
You are my soul
When I die, Im still living
United with you
A whisper across eternity

9:34 PM  
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1:17 PM  
Blogger Laura said...

Hi sue - i just discovered your poetry, glad i followed the link!

I like this poem, particularly the lines

Peacock feathers moss
Emeralds forest floors
Whole galaxies of green
The size of daisies

thanks for the thoughts in colour

2:15 PM  
Blogger Sue hardy-Dawson said...

Laura lovely to hear from you, I will do that.

Nasra, what a lovely verse you posted who wrote it? I think the immage in my mind was of a child but I don't think it matters what you personally take from it.

Hi Phill, thank-you

Nice to meet you Laura, I'm glad you found my link too

10:25 PM  
Blogger Sue hardy-Dawson said...

Off to whitby for the weekend with my mum, so catch up with you all soon

10:26 PM  
Blogger . : A : . said...

Very delicate!

1:05 AM  
Blogger Sue hardy-Dawson said...

Hi there A than-you

9:14 AM  
Blogger Patry Francis said...

Thanks for this, Sue. It brings me closer to Gulnaz--which is really the very best thing a poem can do. Illuminate the subject in a new way.

6:01 AM  
Blogger Sue hardy-Dawson said...

Thank-you Patry, how nice to find you here

5:06 PM  

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