A Poem for National Poetry Month

I shared this poem on Facebook years ago in memory of my close friend’s father dying. I decided to share it here. Enjoy.

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“Time does not bring relief; you all have lied
Who told me time would ease me of my pain!
I miss him in the weeping of the rain;
I want him at the shrinking of the tide;
The old snows melt from every mountain-side,
And last year’s leaves are smoke in every lane;
But last year’s bitter loving must remain
Heaped on my heart, and my old thoughts abide!

There are a hundred places where I fear
To go,–so with his memory they brim!
And entering with relief some quiet place
Where never fell his foot or shone his face
I say, ‘There is no memory of him here!’
And so stand stricken, so remembering him!”
Edna St. Vincent Millay

 

National Poetry Month – Time Does Not Bring Relief

Time Does Not Bring Relief – Sonnet 2

 

“Time does not bring relief; you all have lied
Who told me time would ease me of my pain!
I miss him in the weeping of the rain;
I want him at the shrinking of the tide;
The old snows melt from every mountain-side,
And last year’s leaves are smoke in every lane;
But last year’s bitter loving must remain
Heaped on my heart, and my old thoughts abide!

There are a hundred places where I fearo go,–so with his memory they brim!

And entering with relief some quiet place
Where never fell his foot or shone his face
I say, ‘There is no memory of him here!’
And so stand stricken, so remembering him!”
― Edna St. Vincent Millay

 

NaPoWriMo – Day 5 – Domestic Ruins

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DOMESTIC RUINS

 

 

In a few mornings no man will shave in my mirror,

so I lie in misery’s bed and savor that penultimate music:

Razor scrape and the splash of water.

 

After, fine black hairs ring the basin.

I stand here as if to decode them

like a gypsy girl with her oracle of tea leaves.

 

Still I know no more why we fail

than I did last night with the moonlight on my back

while he entered me from behind

 

and the pure faceless weight

of our day’s pain had us both bent

halfwise to near breaking.

 

How can I marry that?

In a few mornings no man

will shave his beloved face in the mirror.

 

What then will I stare back at? what toward?

 

Mary Karr – Viper Rum

For National Poetry Month and in keeping up with NaPoWriMo, which I have slipped already, due to life…………………… I’m sharing a poem from my favorite author, Mary Karr.  You can read more about Karr and her memoirs and poetry on The Poetry Foundation page.

National Poetry Month 2014

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So today is my granny’s birthday.  Most who visit my site know that my immediate family have all passed away and my grandparents raised me.  I have written poems since I can remember grasping the concept of poetry.  My 5th grade teacher was a wonderful inspiration to me, as well as my 11th grade English teacher, whom had us keep a journal for class, and insisted on a poem once a week.  

I had written a poem in 2000 when my grandmother passed away.  It’s etched into my memory the same as her life and death are.  I am going to start off National Poetry Month and my participating in NaPoWriMo by sharing this poem I wrote for her.  

 

The stars burned out that night

The moon refused to shine. 

You were gone.

I stared across the skies

For a sun that would not rise

I was alone

Memories cloud my mind

A better place, a happier time.

When you were home.

Pain from missing you will last forever. 

{donetta sifford – September 12, 2000}

I also shared on my other blog, My Constant Thoughts, a poem dedicated to her and my grandfather.  Feel free to check it out.  I keep most of my poems on that blog.  I will probably end up using it for NaPoWriMo.