K.C. Ford

Silver Star - 3,196 Points (crowle)

T.H - Poem by K.C. Ford

Drug induced sleep
Deceives watching eyes
Gathered around the dying bed
that you pass peacefully into oblivion.

No blaze of glory, no glorious end,
No stampeding hooves
Over the horizon hammering
Clear into history.

You died alone. Each alone
we suffer what we cannot share,
we endure until the moment cracks
and the will slips through.

All that remains is the mourners grief,
The anguish, the vacant loss,
The darkness out side the curtained window;
the cold enduring night.


Poet's Notes about The Poem

A number of years ago I was walking past a news stand when I saw the headline in a local paper that Ted Hughes had died of cancer. It was this that inspired this poem.

Comments about T.H by K.C. Ford

  • Rookie - 10 Points Tyler Howard (3/9/2014 10:15:00 AM)

    Very good usage of descriptive adjectives throughout the poem, as well as very well placed verb usages to captivate a visual effect of the emotion expressed. I thoroughly enjoyed reading this. (Report) Reply

    0 person liked.
    0 person did not like.
Read all 1 comments »



Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?



Poem Submitted: Sunday, September 29, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, October 8, 2013


[Hata Bildir]