Wednesday, September 16, 2009

Five, Six, Seven, Eight, and Nine

Somewhere,
between
Katrina and now
we had

lost you.

The remnants still linger,
and time doesn't stand still;
even though, we may
at times think it does.

It is just a trick of the senses,
casting out its reel,
and latching on,
without knowing what
the surface holds.

Those years,
stacked up,
carry all the weight of changes;
some more subtle than others.

The memory of you
is a fine thing
solid as brick.


In my life,
moving forward
never seemed harder.

The bag upon my shoulder,
no longer has the heft
of accumulated stones.

My heart
is full,

Forever
now;

singing the years,
like a favorite
number.

Love as always~William~copyright 09/24/2009.

8 comments:

Mary Anne Gruen said...

Your work is always beautiful. This new one fits so perfectly together.

Hele said...

Very nice, it is very deep. I like it allot. Lots of love - H x

William H. Balzac said...

Mary Anne~~Thanks. It's a tough subject, loss. Four years later, there are still lingering reminders..never easy.

**

Hele~~It's deep alright..It's the time of year. I've been reflective about my Mom. Her passing was in September [16th]...2005....Oh, if only she could be here again. Such troubles, since she left us.

**

Ellie Great said...

Good job mate.

finbar said...

reads very smoothly, and the poignancy of your loss is expressed very clearly!
well done.

finbar

Hadassah Lau said...

hey William how have you been :)

Still keeping up the writing !
great job!

Just saying hi :) haven't been reading anyone recently doing the catch up now ! :)

Miss Honey said...

This is an incredible poem. Love the last stanza especially.

King of New York Hacks said...

Well done. "no longer has the heft". Great line.