Gordon D Wilkinson

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Parted And Grieving - Poem by Gordon D Wilkinson

Of fantasy we dream as mothers’ grieve
Drowning in their own private world
Enclosed under the cloisters of what has gone
A life so precious torn from her bosom by passing time
Invisible bonds severed by a word or deed
Gone the sibling who needed the succour
Her protective cloak no longer used, now obsolete
Obsolete like her womb
Obsolete her motherly instincts
In her mind, everything she knows is obsolete
It is a time of growth she wants to ignore
She feels so obsolete herself
Putting up the shutters around her world
Hiding, always fearing to peer over the top
Over the top there maybe glimpses of a bottomless cavern
An emptiness that gnaws deep into her sanity
Overwhelming, so stealthy the thief of her dreams
Grieving in silence alone
Occasional tears penetrate her makeup’s glossy mask
Streaks of black staining that magazine sort after effect
Each dropp another memory
Another dream shattered
Laying about her feet
Kindling for regrets

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, September 22, 2009



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