22 May 2008


              The Widow

              He died.

              She lived,
              or rather continued
              to exist,

              standing at a distance
              from herself
              to watch her days
              fall away like leaves.

              In her mind, she began
              to rewrite the
              unhappy plots of
              their marriage

              creating fictional,
              improved endings to
              better justify
              her grief.

              Slowly, she withdrew from
              the babble and noise
              of the outside world

              into the secret inner
              temple of herself

              where she alone was martyr –

              the one betrayed by the other
              who left too soon.

              Her prayers were never
              answered

              but she remained in
              that cold,
              familiar place

              where all was safe,
              and always

              numb.
posted by Gilbert at Thursday, May 22, 2008

8 Comments:

Blogger Alson Teo said...

I do not know how
to praise
a poem
that goes beyond
praises,
or tell you why this
is a good piece.

I simply know.

September 23, 2005  
Blogger floots said...

i agree
this is certainly one of your best
it says everything
(and nothing - because that's what there is)
and left me - numb
thank you gilbert

September 23, 2005  
Blogger Orso Dorato said...

I wish i could say someting more original but i have to agree with them both completely... you are truly one of the best authors i've had the pleasure of reading

September 23, 2005  
Blogger dsnake1 said...

Powerful. Poignant.
I read and reread it, and if I changed the title to The Widower, it was as if i relive my experiences a decade ago.
You have written what i could not express.

September 24, 2005  
Blogger Ailyn said...

love it. and love the pix. it's amazing how we create "creating fictional,
improved endings" even when death is not involved.

September 27, 2005  
Blogger Anonymous Poet said...

So haunting and, probably, too often true.

September 30, 2005  
Blogger floots said...

gilbert: thanks for looking in.
You are so right about the picture. I have already read and commented on your poem but re-reading it, in my current situation regarding my mum, makes it all the more incisive.
Thanks again.

November 24, 2005  
Blogger Annie said...

I came to your site via floots. You've written a beautifully apt description of the sad place so many find themselves. A place from which so many can find no escape. I enjoyed reading your words.

November 25, 2005  

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