about one hundred years ago
or three years
or just yesterday
I lay in your bed
smelling the indent and the roll
of your dream life when I am not
trying to look through your eyes
into your soul
About one hundred years ago
or three years
or just yesterday
I stood over your bed
stripping the sheets
smelling where you lived and breathed
all those nights and days
we should have been making memories
now folded away
About one hundred years ago
or three years
or just yesterday
I smoothed the mattress clear
of the weight you inhabited and
little traces curled here and there
persisting to remind me
of the way the moon lit
your sleeping face
now you will always have your eyes closed
maybe now you can see
the shapes of angels
watching over you until
it is my turn and I come to find
if you have been waiting all this time
a year, a month, a day
one hour is too long
without looking into your eyes
to see what I love reflecting back
like dark diamonds capturing stars
will wink out
and there you are
The loneliness of the heart is so strong in this one.
Absolutely lovely poem. If he/she is dead, it makes it even more gently, terribly sad.
Candice, I love the repetitive start to each stanza and terrific quote in French. A part is missing from me. Lovely, Keith
Thank you Keith.
Thanks dearest one, so appreciative of your read. xo
Thank you so much, yes, that has been my pervading emotion of late, I wish I had the ability to disassociate from my emotions enough to write more objectively, sometimes I do, sometimes they are too insistent. xo
I love deep poems that I can understand 🙂
You put my first smile of the day on my face my friend.
If that’s all it takes 🙂
Love it!!!
Interesting twist, I didn’t see the turn coming. I would love to know the background to this, one day.
“The shapes of Angels watching over you…..” Beautiful here, could be a beautiful painting or verse for a song. Thank you!
Thanks rick.
🙂
Thank you dear one♡
Grief, heartache, longing and love so beautifully conveyed in every line. Your writing stirs my emotions. Thank you for sharing your gift Candice, much love always my friend. 💜
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Grief, heartache, longing and love so beautifully conveyed in every line. If you don’t already follow Candice Daquin at TheFeatheredSleep you should.
Your writing blows my mind
Breathtaking, Candice. Simply put, very beautiful. I love it. ❤
Thank YOU for being there.
Thank you my winged girl xo
That is a lovely thing to say. A very lovely thing. Thank you for being my friend.
Thank you my brother Eric xo Very much.
❤
Absolutely beautiful ✨
Thank you very, very much♡♡
Beautifully written
This is very touching, beautiful, and sad!
What can I say that has not already been said here? This is eveything that I said before about your incredible gift and how it touches people’s hearts and puts into to words that which we feel but have not the words for. Je t’aime, N 🙂 ❤
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So beautifully expressed; such poignant sadness
“there you are” (re-using my title to point at Paul)
Thank you so much Natalie my sweet lady xo
Sad it is. Thank you for reading! I’m afraid quite a bit of my poetry is in the sad section rather than the happy, I do appreciate you coming by!
Thank you so much Kevin I appreciate you reading and saying so!
Thank you dear one, good luck with the fireplace today, I have my fingers crossed!
Another amazing piece Candice, raw emotion in each word
Candice Louisa
This is one was one of those Texas Love Songs that has a happy bouncy tune
and “liricos tristes” (sad lyrics).
Wow! You did it without music.
I am proud of you and jealous and feel like I found a diamond at the flea market.
This is better than your best. A preface to your life’s work.
So freaking excellent.
Larry
Thank you very much M.
Dearest Larry, hello there, thank you for calling me by my full name people rarely do and I so appreciate it 🙂 I do remember that song now that you mention it, (I think) I love that kind of music, this really is nothing like that kind of music, then again the bitter sweet aspect maybe? Ah my flea market doesn’t even sell good second hand My Little Ponies so i’m sure you could find me there, that’s so lovely of you to say, thank you now I only have myself to live up to 😉 (hugs) (and kudos to anyone who says ‘freaking’ I love that expression) xo
My pleasure Candice, always such delight
Wonderful write.
🙂
This is unbelievably beautiful.
Instant favourite and I love the way you’ve done it with the repetitions. Yes, in French it is that much more poignant, isn’t it? Just like this piece 💜
you have quite a gift of writing yourself, just so poignant. love
Thank you beautiful ♡
You’re welcome
Hi Candice
this reminded me of something I wrote a few years ago regarding that translation of tu me manques, though I admit my French is rudimentary…
https://raysharp.wordpress.com/2012/08/14/tu-me-manques/
Thank you so much Ray 🙂
I loved this poem, “smelling where you lived and breathed”. I imagine a four poster bed (the old style that rich people have), where the posts stand high, and the see-through fabric is flowing overhead, and sheets are silk and the duvet is brocade. I sound like a daydreamer don’t I? Hugs xo