Getting Reconnected. Poem by Margery Rehman

Margery Rehman

Glasgow, Scotland but living in Karachi, Pakistan.

Getting Reconnected.

Rating: 5.0


After you died I couldn't piece you together.
It frightened me a bit.
The more I longed for you
The more fragmented you became.
I'd close my eyes but all that came
Were disjointed images.
A leg, an arm, an ear, an eye,
As if some piece of surreal art had come alive
That displayed limbs, individualised
Dancing in space.
The scar on your forehead came
But not your face,
Which melted into some crazy, cubist piece.

Months passed, one was busy, one stayed sane,
Filled in the blanks as best one could
Did different things, dealt with the pain.

Then one day you came together
And I could see you whole again.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Tranquil Ocean 11 February 2007

This is a startlingly beautiful portrayal of emotions.Great piece Love...TO

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Martin Zarrop 11 February 2007

Margery, this truly wonderful. It made me weep (again!) I haven't got to that place yet. Thank you, thank you, thank you. Love, Martin

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Alison Cassidy 30 September 2007

This is a superb poem. Written with a matter of fact understatement that compels. Accessible, absorbingly honest and very moving, because you never indulge emotionally, but merely state how you feel. I agree with Ivan about the last stanza too. One of your best poems Margery. Congratulations. Love, Allie xxxx

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Stug Jordan 02 July 2007

This poem is so true. The way grief blinds you, until that blindness turns to forgetfullness (and guilt? ?) . A natural and human piece, so smooth. S x

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Ivan Donn Carswell 01 April 2007

Margery, I couldn't read this poem and not make some comment or other. In particular some lines just demand recognition: ''...A leg, an arm, an ear, an eye, As if some piece of surreal art had come alive That displayed limbs, individualised Dancing in space...'' This is so cogent and real it is awesome... While not the way one would like to individualise coping with grief it certainly 'dances in space'. ''...The scar on your forehead came But not your face, ...'' I have had dreams of personal injury like this; it seems an annoying and almost prurient way of bringing disfigurement into specific focus - where one cannot help but notice... ''...Then one day you came together And I could see you whole again...'' It would seem on the surface a weak ending, but it is also the end to grieving - a milestone in itself. Sometimes it takes forever... Perhaps that is why the ending really works. Rgds, Ivan

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Michael Shepherd 17 March 2007

.....Magnificent.......

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Jerry Hughes 24 February 2007

...superb Margery, just superb

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Margery Rehman

Glasgow, Scotland but living in Karachi, Pakistan.
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