** Poetry inspired by Imagery**
For a few minutes each day, in the summer time, the sunlight reflects from the bonnet of the car and casts a huge imprint of the lace curtains on to the bedroom wall.
The frangipani tree is sometimes silhouetted as well and the other day I walked past the window and my own shadow loomed before me.
It was a stark contrast to the multi coloured pillow case and purple lamp underneath it.
Seeing the image made me ponder about rooms and invisible memories and how blessed I am to be in a peaceful relationship with a peaceful man.
From my younger years I remembered how we can be so impacted after a relationship ends, that it seems that even though he /she has gone, their presence is tangible and the memories of the lost~beloved casts shadows over our tomorrow.
The imprint of the Love we have lost is represented by a shadow that is only visible to the broken heart. In the photos the rhythmic folds of the lace curtains have been transformed into bar-like lines~ symbolic of how imprisoned we can become to the Love whose time has come and gone and the bitter sweet impact of having loved so passionately for it to then become a story of our past, never in the present again….
So I decided to write a poem. It is a fictional poem but a fact of life for so many who fall asleep nursing a broken heart and wake up to the lonliness of Love lost.
My poem honours the men who weep in silence because they were taught long ago not to show their feelings so they fall asleep at night with it all bottled up inside…
She is no longer in my Bed
For four passion filled years she lived by my side
holding me tight
through many a night
Together we laughed and played and fought
She used to call me her Improbable Mr Right
Then one day with out warning
(I never saw the storm clouds forming)
She said I’ve met someone who is more Mr Right
than you
Within 24 hours she was gone from our
now broken home
which was just a hollow empty shell
and of course I was broken & homeless too….
For long dark hours
in the grave where love sours
I yearned for her presence to
come back to me
Even when I began to date once again
despite my heartache & pain
Her presence hovered in and around
within every living cell of me.
I fall asleep with
the emptiness of her
in my arms
Fire & passion now gone from my life
along with her charms
I miss her outrageous opinions and views
She was my best friend and my Muse
but now another man calls her
My Beloved Wife
