A Dirge To His Name Poem by Lora Colon

A Dirge To His Name



The wind mocks me and whispers his name,
The birds repeat it in their song,
Sensing my loneliness, they summon him,
I've been without his love far too long

His name is like sweet music playing
On a harp from some distant hill,
A love song I sing when I'm all alone...
Even the restless wind becomes still

The name of the man who holds my heart
Through this life and eternity
Is anchored to memories of the past,
Yet, his name stirs such feelings in me

My beloved's name, a sacred hymn
That stays on my lips, day and night,
Bringing me more joy than God would allow,
Though blasphemous, I'll not be contrite

In my loneliness, I call out his name,
Waiting for his gentle reply,
But when reality dawns with the day,
I obey fate's command, and I cry

I call his name...... he cannot answer,
But I must call..... so let me be!
His name, like incense rising to Heaven,
Keeps me grafted to his memory

Friday, May 1, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: love and loss
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Bri Edwards 22 April 2023

HIS NAME? Bri Edwards, OF COURSE! ! ! !

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Bipasha D 06 May 2019

This is another masterpiece from you. Many great lines. When we love someone with all our heart, we tend to place them on the highest pedestal...we experience an extraordinary love, sort of devotion.

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Edward Kofi Louis 07 December 2016

Whispers! With the muse of life. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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Jak Black 14 May 2015

A wonderful tribute to a lost love. There are some great lines written here.................His name, like incense rising to Heaven, Keeps me grafted to his memory................................His name is like sweet music playing On a harp from some distant hill, He must have been a very special man, Lora.

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Lora Colon

Lora Colon

Missouri - United States
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