Alobar

Apr 28, 2008 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

Silent Eulogy

Angel wings move the clouds
over the fields in which I used to laugh and play
but today stand in
motionless
listening to soft words but not hearing them
thinking
with perfect clarity
about past and simple joys,
times when you were present—
scolding, laughing, sharing, loving—
and the impossibility of today’s reality,
when all I have
are the fast-moving clouds
the fields of youth
and my memories,
the places where you are kept.

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Barbara Writes

18 years ago

Sad/sweet eulogy

Smiles:) Barbara Those dear love who have died are express here beautifully written thanks for such a beautiful piece.

Alobar

18 years ago

You’re welcome. I tried to

You're welcome. I tried to make it as universal as possible, not specific to a specific person in a specific corner of the universe. It seems I may have succeeded. Thanks for taking the time... Alobar (Just my two cents, spend them on gum if you wish.)

Barbara Writes

18 years ago

universal

Smiles:) Barbara You have succeeded I can relate here in my own special way and place.

Amaranthine

18 years ago

Lovely

This has a soft loving mood and evokes happiness amidst loss - quite beautifully. I question "were" in the final line - perhaps you meant "where". Overally - lovely lovely poem. Sincerely, Amara

Alobar

18 years ago

Thank you for your kind

Thank you for your kind words, glad you liked. Thanks also for catching my typo--a copy-editor I am not, nor it would seem, a typist. Alobar (Just my two cents, spend them on gum if you wish.)

asiajy

18 years ago

beautiful imagery

i hope i can keep my memories as clear.

Alobar

18 years ago

I often think it would have

I often think it would have surprised the teenage me to see what the thirty-something me has chosen to keep from those years. Memory can not be dictated to, only enjoyed. Thanks for reading. Alobar (Just my two cents, spend them on gum if you wish.)

professor

18 years ago

Touching

poem Alobar and with some memorable images. I especially liked the cloud and field imagery at the end: "when all I have are the fast-moving clouds the fields of youth and my memories, the places where you are kept." Keith

Alobar

18 years ago

I grew up next to a

I grew up next to a graveyard, playing hide'n'seek and assorted games in amongst the stones and trees there. It was my playground. I tried to imagine what it would be like to bury a loved one in that graveyard when I wrote this. At the same time, I was trying to write a universal lament for all losing senior loved ones--mother, father, grand-parent, etc. This is not a personal poem, per se, just a personal emotion I think we all have to face at some point. Thanks for reading. Alobar (Just my two cents, spend them on gum if you wish.)

Janice Pearce

18 years ago

Silent

You keep bringing me back to childhood! This reminds me of childhood when we had someone to take care of us and no worrries!Keep posting~

Alobar

18 years ago

Judging by your avatar, your

Judging by your avatar, your childhood was/is as important to you as mine was to me. Thanks Alobar (Just my two cents, spend them on gum if you wish.)

purplemoondoll

18 years ago

the fields of youth and my

the fields of youth and my memories, the places where you are kept. The ending is brilliant. The whole poem has a soft and smooth feel that really suits the theme. This is excellent. :-) Kaz It's impossible to smile on the outside without feeling better on the inside.

infinite_dwarf

18 years ago

Alobar

Great flow to this. The title is very fitting, and the theme is something that most of us can relate to. Love the new profile pic, too, btw. ~Lynn (Jess K.) ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ ~ "Bush is listening.... use big words!" ~ "Your inferiority complex is better than mine..."