reverberant
fading
like a voice
in a canyon
I hear her calling
in memories
my name
rolling sweet as nectar
from lips
soft as orchid petals
glistening crimson
as they wrapped softly
‘round each precious syllable
that night her voice
was forever silenced
rob kistner © 2019
to be called by the siren and fall under her spell, only to be abandoned, for whatever reason, would cause emotional withdrawal i would think, almost like an addict’s withdrawal symptoms
Yes Lisa, I agree. And the loss being to death, there may be no recovery — because there can be no second chance.
Of your two quadrilles, I prefer this one, Rob. There’s so much pathos in it. Death ends everything.
I agree with you Jane? I have always been drawn to the Yin. There is a deeper emotion I find there. But I certainly embrace the YANG of life as well. I have noticed that yang plays best in the dVerse community.
WOW. That last line hit me in the gut. Well done, Rob.
I tried to keep the concluding couplet unexpected De, for the purpose of impact. Glad it worked for you! 🙂
That end came so suddenly… but alas sometimes sadness follows in the shadow of bliss.
The end comes instantly in some cases Björn. Death can take a loved one in a tragic accident, with no warning — and it’s devastating. It has happened to me.
Wow. I never saw that turn coming. What a gutpunch. The penultimate stanza was particularly stunning, and never gave away the tragic turn.
Glad that worked for you Barry.
you captured the raw emotions in this one and such a tragic ending … death is final
Thank you Kate. Yes, across that threshold and our energy is moving on.
Beautiful
Thank you!
Life and death sometimes happen in a matter of three seconds! Great imagery Rob.
Yes it does Dwight. It happened for me in the span of a devastating 30 second phone call on a sunny July afternoon — the horror was all enveloping.
we’re never prepared , are we?
Not even when we think we are M…
Powerful–so tragic to have that sudden loss.
Thank you Merril. Life constantly throws change our way. Unexpected tragic death of a loved one is the worst for me, even more than being diagnosed with diseases, s I have been a number of times. The diseses I have the capacity to deal with, one way or the other. When my 18-year-old son was ripped from the earth in a split second — I was totally helpless, nothing could be done but suffer.
Rob – I’m sorry to hear about the tragic loss of your son. I have lost two children and you’re right, there is nothing that can be done but to suffer. That sudden silence, of the loss of that precious syllable, can be deafening and can still reverberate despite the time – I can feel that in this poem. There is depth in this one, that is missed in your previous quadrille for this prompt. It makes my Yin self want to dive right in.
Thank you. Yes Irma, I wholly agree there is more depth in this one — by intention. “Cruel Form” was simply atongue-in-cheek rant.
Oh. My heart hurt with the ending.
Death devastates those left behind Imelda.