My encasement has shattered.
The ice shower sprinkle
doesn’t register at first,
merely tickling my eardrums with fairy sparkle.
But then millions of shards dagger the ground
exploding, pounding the back of my eyeballs
as the pressure wave roils and rolls towards me –
a tsunami.
My protective, self-mandated tomb is shattered
and my soul bleeds, splattering the earth
as fat raindrops in the tail-end of a summer storm.
I have been breached.
A deceptively tough write this week on dVerse Poetics, hosted by Walt… what does love sound like? It can be any kind of love, but the sound? Wow! I’m in reflective mood (so often the case!), and am thinking about my dad, as time continues to pass and I see him in a different light.
This is a little informed by the tidal wave of feelings that washed over me during his short illness and funeral, and the immediate aftermath. I can write differently now. I can confess to the depths of my feelings, without bitterness. It’s a release.
Please do head on over to dVerse to read other entries – there is bound to be a cacophony!
Freya Writes... 
Such a crashing sound… those emotions in the wake of death… it’s love and shards… yes I think your have described the sounds so well.
Thank you, Bjorn.
Your poem describes this so very well. Powerful poem and touched me deeply.
Thank you, that’s very kind of you.
The jaggedness and sharpness of this poem reminded me of the pain – it was five years ago and I still feel so raw. You have my deepest sympathy, Freya.
And you have mine. It’s 3 years for me…
I am so glad you have found healing and comfort in writing about it. I especially love this:
“merely tickling my eardrums with fairy sparkle.”
Thank you 🙂 Yes, writing is so very cathartic.
Love and Grief..
dueling banjos Oak
of relief.. memories..
emoTions rePressed..
poEtry unrings trees of
heArt cut dOwn in stumps..
oF old.. oh.. to SinG iT out
all oF iT.. is to comE toGEThER
aGain whole as love SinGs more A
sound of love is simple.. A Song of
life’s releaf
and reLease..
Oak of LiFe Strong LovE..:)
Thank you – a wonderful and engaging response. Yes, they are indeed dueling banjos!
SMiLes..
My FriEnd
Freya.. Thanks..
And Welcome..:)
I admire the tsunami of emotions Freya. A moving write !
Thank you, Grace.
and my soul bleeds, splattering the earth
as fat raindrops in the tail-end of a summer storm.
I have been breached.
This is so moving, Freya. I can feel the angst and the pain. Hugs.
Thank you, Sanaa
so powerful and full of emotion
Thank you, Candy
your lines have power, indeed they are raw and real.
Thank you.
you’re welcome, Freya!
When I read “foundered”, I thought it’d be sinking into the depths of despair. But no. Your words surfaced from the roils and rolls of life. This one’s a beautiful release. ❤
Thank you, Maria. That’s how I feel – released.
I admire your bluntness in this poem…the stark exciting and fun aspect of love by using sound ..and the opposite take of broken and hurting. Excellent write.
Thank you, Kathy. Funny, I am much more reticent when I talk. Writing frees me, strangely.
This image………your words. The explosion of grief that attacks us — shards….splatter…shatter…tsunami Your description is gripping.
Thank you, Lillian. When I write in the evenings, I am tired from a long day of work and travel. I often write more freely when I’m in that mental/physical state!
Another tragically beautiful effort here, Freya! Your motivation is not lost on me!
Thank you, Walt!
Oh man! The power of this grips me. So well done,
Thank you, Raivenne 🙂
Powerful words and imagery. I like this take on the prompt. I too find writing therapeutic. I’m glad writing has brought you peace.
Thank you – I think the catharsis is useful for all of us writers 🙂
Wow, a very vivid piece, well done.
Thank you!
So powerful and evocative! I felt every word and heard it resonate.
Thank you 🙂
the living are often left entombed – your “self-mandated” was particularly touching and I loved all the shattering breakthroughs in this poem
Thank you, Laura.
A powerful and emotional piece. ❤
Thank you, Josslyn!
You’re welcome! 🙂
Yes, some songs of love are thunderous!
Aren’t they just!