I hate the sun
without you here
I wish the moon
could still see you too
I can forgive the stars,
if they’d let me see you there
Maybe tomorrow though
they may need some time
Canis Major perhaps;
you always loved animals
That’s where I’ll look for you
in the midnight sky
Better to do it then
so you won’t see my tears
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Thanks as always T! I wrote
Thanks as always T! I wrote this after my mother passed as a way of keeping my grief at bay. It helped a bit.
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Hi again T,
Hi again T,
Just did an edit on this piece. I think it reads better, but...
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Yep, typo. Got a bit sloppy
Yep, typo. Got a bit sloppy there - thank you!
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Dear Michael, what a lot of
Dear Michael, what a lot of feeling there is in your poem. So sorry about your mother dying so recently. Writing poetry does keep grief at bay, somewhat. I used to write about my lost loved ones to keep going on in life.
I see that some corrections have already been pointed out. I also like your Canis Major reference. Brings something special to your piece.
I find your poem is a consolation to me as well. Thanks for that, Gracy
Really appreciate your
Really appreciate your thoughts about this piece Gracy, thank you!
I take it...
that your mother was not just an animal lover, but in particular a dog-lover? I love the reference to the Dog-Star too! A piece that gives voice to the anguish that losing a loved one brings. A tight, well-written poem of pain. ~ Geezer.
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Yes, she loved dogs, but all
Yes, she loved dogs, but all animals too - her spirit animal was the tiny but amazing hummingbird. Miss her as we all miss our lost loved ones. Thanks Geezer!
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Dear Micheal,
I love this poem so much, it is quite painful but in the best way. I am obsessed with the title aswell, this poem is really something!
Thank you for the kind words
Thank you for the kind words Madeline! I appreciate you sharing your thoughts. Enjoy your poetry journey - much to discover out there!
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Dear Michael,
My heart and sympathies go out to you, and I am sorry to hear about your mother's passing. This is such a beautiful, heartfelt poem that left me reeling from memories of my own grief dredged up once more. Beautiful poem, as always. <3
Dredging up is a good term
Dredging up is a good term for the frequent and sometimes troubling memories of those we've lost. Thanks as always Asche!
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