quite clearly I hear my father
climbing up the stairs
with a inviting smile
I open the door wide
in that expanse of landing
I see empty nothingness
yet feel his righteous presence
while my heart soars
my lucid mind tells me otherwise
he has been gone for few years now
and can not be salvaged
I close the door
lean against it
quite clearly I hear my father
climbing down the stairs
and indeed this is touching :)
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Beautifully done.
ReplyDeleteHeart-rending, sad, yet beautifully written.
ReplyDeleteYour style is childlike, innocent - capturing the pain of a father, lost - but certainly not childish.
The italics are so interesting, the way you've used them. It really changes the way I read it, even in my head. Thank you for sharing!
ReplyDeletethis is lovely and so poignant.
ReplyDeleteA great piece. Enjoyed this one as much as any of yours I have read, if not better.
ReplyDeleteI liked this very much.
ReplyDeleteWonderful, and long may he live on in your memory!
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Beautifully written. With a style like that I can't help but feel a little bit wiser in some way.
ReplyDeleteI am certain your father would be proud to be honored by your talent of writing.
ReplyDeleteTouching, and well done!
Your love and sense of loss sing through this piece, Guatami. It's beautiful. Thank you for sharing this.
ReplyDeleteLovely... my own father had his righteousness, too.
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Really felt this one.
ReplyDeleteThe repetition-variation of the first and last lines is very effective.
ReplyDeleteThis is lovely -- tugs strongly at my heart.
ReplyDeleteBreathtaking!
ReplyDeleteA very moving picture. I wanted to gasp in disappointment.
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Oh, that's just stunning. I don't usually 'do' poetry but this really drew me in; you captured the immense sadness, and the faintly sinsiter air of the last couplet made me shiver.
ReplyDeleteHello Gautami,
ReplyDeleteThis ones seems to speak to a lot of folks here, Gautami.
I like the repeated opening and closing stanzas, and how they sandwich "the moment".
There are aspects I keep wondering over, which I always enjoy. Thanks, Gautami.
Tschuess,
Chris