Wednesday, 14 July 2010

Empty Rooms

Not much topical, intellectual or discussable stuff in my mind at the moment (well, not that I can blog about anyway )so here's a piece to keep the blog on a "writing" theme. The title could be substituted for "Empty Brain" if wanted.Empty Rooms

In the silence of another sleepless night
with shadows from the moon’s pale light
Blues and blacks shine through the window pane
Like shadows calling out your name.

And did you ever know
That although you said that you would go
I never thought it would be so

I watch the moonlight in the place
where colours once bathed around your face
And fragrant flowers are in the air
The scent is here though you’re not there.

And I wonder if you know
That I never thought you’d go
But you did and I’m alone.

Morning goes with more regret
of the evening and memories I can't forget.
Empty rooms and I climb the stairs
where clothes lie draped on empty chairs.

And I wonder if you knew
how I always understood
that although you said you'd go
I never thought you would.

5 comments:

Helena Harris Fiction. said...

Very sad...if its a person that has gone. Quite worrying if its your store of ideas in your brain!

Whatever the cause, I find that wine and chocolate usually help in these cases :-)

Peter from England said...

well - this could be a great poem for funerals - full of that moment of knowing they have gone - and never wanting them to.

What do you reckon?

Lexia said...

Yes Helena, quite sad as often it IS the store of ideas in my brain ! But not worrying... I am used to it and it sometimes makes me write better.
(chocolate yes - wine NO ! :) )

Peter, I reckon you are perfectly on the nail there with your comment and if you are the Peter that I think you are you may commission me to write more :)

Joanne Fox said...

A very moving poem. I guess we can all think of someone who has 'gone' in one sense or another, and so can relate to the feelings expressed here.

Christine Muir - freelance Writer said...

A very evocative poem...well done, I always envy those who can write such good poetry - I'm hopeless at it.