M oonlight
keeps early dark at bay
pressing in
night wind stirs
mocking breath of life
now lost
to lightless realm
beyond the winter chill
encircling me
no emotion
save grief
I cannot look
at broken stair
where rail eluded
grasping hand
as ankle bent
on december frost
held kindling fell
apple basket spilled
no voice came
to futile cry
those tender lips
will not know again
sweet fruit
nor breath of life
nor love
moon caresses
gentle form
now still
her light gone out
blackness presses in
*
rob kistner © 2022
Poetry at: dVerse
Oh, very dark and very sad.
Sad reaction to deep love.
Sounds like a bad fall or twist on the steps. Hope you are OK.
Well done on the poem!
Thank you Dwight… 🙂
Rob, please tell me this is fiction.
This is fiction Lisa… 🙂 I am pleased that you weren’t quite sure.
…a fall. a misstep. Took my mom last year – broke her hip. within a few days she was gone. The surgery was a success – her bones were young for her advanced years – but complications arose. sigh. (she was on her way to do laundry, not apple picking). She was active up until her last days so that is something (92)
I am so very sorry to hear that Margaret, peace and comfort to you…
Another atmospheric poem, Rob, with moonlight keeping ‘early dark at bay’, and so full of grief, with the only hints the broken stair, the fallen kindling and the spilled apple basket. Falls are lethal in the winter.
For the fictional heroine in this poem, this fall was certainly lethal Kim. Gotta be careful at night. Her lover is quite broken hearted. I was a very gothic mood when I wrote this one. My mood has been dark. I am facing a retinal operation to repair a retinal issue, and also oral surgery, when the antibiotics finally clears the infection out of my gums. I am not a happy camper at the moment my friend. Expressing my state of mind in my poetry.
So sad. A powerful depiction.
Thank you very much mrs clause.
This is incredibly dark, deep and moving, Rob!
Thank you Sanaa. That’s where my head is at the moment my friend — dark and deep.
Happy to know this is fiction .. we don’t want our Rob falling down stairs or anything coming close to it. Nicely done, Rob.
As I shared with Björn — this is strictly a fictional tale Helen, about losing a loved one in early winter.
I write it in a loving attempt to perhaps bring a gentle Christmas tear to my poet friends.
So easy to misstep… especially when it’s slippery… glad to hear it’s fiction.
A fictional tale Björn, about losing a loved one in early winter — written in a loving attempt to perhaps bring a gentle Christmas tear to my poet friends.
Fiction or no, this conjures real emotions, dark as winter. Well done!
As earlier, thank you Paula… 🙂
I took a nasty spill yesterday in the garage. No serious damage, ultimately, but I’m feeling it today & some large bruises (thanks to the friggin blood thinners) are singing out and making others cringe, seeing them.
Oy, aging sucks.
Great wrote Rob. Thanks
Damn Ron! So very sorry my friend. Listen here, you can’t be fallin’ down — you, like me, are just too brittle these days! Hope those bruises go away quickly. I can relate to the blood thinners. I have been on Clopidogrel (Plavix) since my recent heart procedure. If I just brush against something I can bruise. I also have nose bleeds at times. You take care of yourself Ron. I need to be able to read your work, and I need to see you visit… 🙂
Darkness done well!
Thank you Sara… 🙂