I Sleep..
I Wake..
How wide the Bed, with none Beside.
Marianne Larsen Reninger
Indeed, to the point. Poignantly so; often the tale is the more powerful for being untold. The mind left to carry on with the details. You have reduced the told tale to a brilliant minimum, leaving our hearts and minds to continue wandering. Hmmm....I wonder about comments that are longer than the work itself, but you've left me little to work with here. :)
Very aptly titled, Marianne. If there aren't enough places in our homes and in our lives to proclaim the emptiness when love has gone, , the bed is the hardest to escape unless you sleep on the floor or sofa which have their way of telling you that you are alone. I like the brevity of this poem, it hits its targets and shuts up. Excellent! A 10.
Thanks again Susan for your kind words. I wrote this poem some time ago, but felt the need to share it now.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a prime example of how the less the said the stronger the meaning and the feeling imparted. It's as simple as that. You could even reduce this poem to the last line alone. I'm feeling sad now. But that's OK...that's the purpose. :)
Don't be sad! ; I'm sure in your life, solitude is something you crave!