still life

i slept last night in our bed alone
cramped tight against sweat-
smothered pillows and wrapped up
in winding-cloth sheets
wilted like the flowers you left
on the kitchen table a lifetime ago,
lily petals sagging and baby’s
breath crumbling to ruin
amidst a jumble of empty glasses and
yesterday’s neglected news;
this morning even the coffee smells

15 thoughts on “still life

  1. wow so open! isn’t it such a beauty that we have writting as a form to express what is not tangible?:our feelings.not sure what would be the best for you,but if it is for your long lost love to return i wish that! 🙂

  2. Love the last two lines 🙂 Everything in this poem is so perfect and i loved it, sadness which is like a still-life picture, no feeling, no movement and emotions, Thank for sharing^^

  3. Thanks, all, for dropping by.

    buttercup and Speak.., appreciate the tea and sympathy 🙂

    Riika, Imagina and fiveloaf, your words are too kind. it was my pleasure.

    Jingle, thanks for the wisdom. I’ll be checking out your Rally, soon enough!


  4. So vivid described are the pictures, that there really was nothing left for me to imagine.. very well done!

    You have beautifully portrayed here the picture of sadness and of being ditched .. it is sad, but extremely delicately and well done

  5. thanks for dropping back by, h0ll0wd0ll; this was exactly the kind of feeling i was going for with this poem.

    Kavita, happy my images come across as vividly as you describe them–there is no higher compliment! nice to see you as always.

    and Jingle, you are quite overwhelming me! thanks for dropping by. 🙂



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