24 November 2014

November 22nd.

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Today is the day you leave me each year,
year after year, an anniversary

Again, you don’t say goodbye but you clutch
your chest and fall, crumpling like a silk scarf

Buried in a drawer in a science lab
today it opens--students cut—your heart beats

I glance up at the silk flutter I catch
in the corner of everything—life

I loved. I yearned. I got angry at you.
I forgave. Forgive me for leaving, too.

I never forget. This day.  The flutter 
and heap.  My drawer full of soft silk scarves.  

You leave each year. A trace of mutual
love in cut silk. You leave. They cut. I sit. 




Posted at Joseph's Open Link Night ~ December 2014 at d'Verse.



Copyright © 2014 S.L.Chast




16 comments:

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Anniversaries remember the pain of the losing - but also the joy of the love that was shared. Your imagery in this poem is so powerful, I can see him falling, can see the scarf fluttering. Beautifully done, Susan. Oh the sad things we live through.

TALON said...

The pain...and the painful acceptance of loss...so beautifully expressed. Your imagery is sharp even as you evoke softness with the scarves, Susan. Needless to say, I love this poem.

Mary said...

I feel this poem with you, Susan.....deeply. Yes, anniversaries are hard. Death is hard. Remembering what was and won't be again is hard. Your words are vivid truth, honest......poetry.

Kay L. Davies said...

I stopped breathing as I read this. Powerful, Susan.
Luv, K

Audrey Howitt aka Divalounger said...

Beautiful and powerful--and made me sit in that pain didn't you

Björn Rudberg said...

A wound that's opened every year.. Anniversaries are painful, I like the image of the siilkscarf... Soft year sharp.

grapeling said...

Susan, this is elegant and clear-eyed. November will always be a... hard-edged month... ~

Claudia said...

the pain is palpable in this susan.... it is tough to lose someone..forgiving ourselves can be toughest things at times... hugs... and wishing you a blessed christmas time...

Marina Sofia said...

A touching, heartfelt moment described with impeccable control, poise and yet genuine emotion. Beautiful!

Grace said...

The memory of the pain is sharp Susan ~ I hope the holidays will give you cheer and love ~

Merry Christmas to you and yours ~

Gabriella said...

The pain is still very tangible in your words, Susan, as if the date was salt rubbed into old wounds that have not quite healed yet.

Joseph Hesch said...

There is a palpable sense of loss in this piece, Susan. And there is an incredibly string thread of metaphor that ties it all together. Stunning and sad, but sings of survival. Well done.

Arathi Harihar said...

memory of the pain ...it resonates in your lines..Happy Holidays and Merry Christmas...

sreeja harikrishnan said...

felt the pain.....but with words and colours outside may be we can make those memories sweet.....poignant poem...

Kate Mia said...

I never really lost anyone for decades since the 80's when both grandmothers did go....

But last year it starts in the middle of December with a Stepfather.. then June with my Father and then NOW with my wife's sister.. and the beat goes on.. and new darker anniversaries are still arriving... and even doubling but..

Then there is life.. still.. and the BEAT goes on..

again.. as the Scarf of life is a multicolored dagger and chalice.....

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

Beautiful and heart-rending!