I watch the old bones
Of your pianist hands
Bend in new ways
Blue irises fading, not in beauty
Mind sharper than mine
Will you take flight tomorrow
Or am I blessed with more?
My pen is dripping tears
Dare I write these words?
Am I afraid to love so much that
The ground beneath me liquefies
When you go?
Will your skin, soft and weathered
Turn to pixels on a screen
Leaving me floating here
In the silence of white noise?
When you become that
One …star…ablaze
I will not stand in darkness…alone
Waving at you from the gate
I swear
I will be your moon
Gently glowing
By your side
We are facing our fears today as I tend bar over at dVerse Poets Pub.
Doors open at 3:00 p.m. EST.
mishunderstood 
Such a frightening scene, to finally say goodbye. I don’t think we can ever be ready for this moment. A beautiful and moving write (I am teary-eyed).
Thanks for hosting Mish!
Aww thanks Grace. I cried as I wrote it.
My pleasure to host. 🙂
I am so crazy over this poem. I too am terrified of losing my mother and my husband, so this touches me deeply.
And it does make it seem scary to love them, since I don’t handle loss well.
This is my favorite:
“Am I afraid to love so much that The ground beneath me liquefies”
Thank you p.s.
I don’t think any of us handle loss very well.
Fear of love, fear of loss all at the same time. I thought of fear of losing music too… Thanks for tending bar and sharing this!
Thank you for reading. Hope you get a chance to join in. 🙂
I like the end being their moon, that’s quite touching
Thank you,Walter.
Fear of loving too much and fear of loss… sigh… this is so beautifully emotive Mish 🙂
Lots of love,
Sanaa
Thank you, Sanaa. 🙂
Fear of the loss of loved
ones haunted me all the days
of my youth.. until my child died
in my arms after 51 days of suffering..
i saw A blessing of death
first before
i ever let
go to truly
live.. and even
after that facing
death three times
myself in life..
even
more
i lEarned
to LiVe..
LiFE IS A
GifT i no longer
feAr as the scariest paRt
of All is liVing iN Fear.. for
me @least
my friend..
as grieving
takes care
of the
rest oF i
in tears of Love..
as even worse than fear
for me was the inability to shed
a tear or feel.. or even remember a
smile or tear for 5 long years.. and the
death of a cat that generated one tear
was the best literal feeling in years
to FeeL
a heARt
long past fear
long gone dead
wHere any pain
was better
than
nothing
@aLL then..:)
So sorry for your loss, katie. Thank you for sharing your heart in words.
This piece is incredibly good; brings us all to tears. Superb word-smithing, & perfect illustration of your prompt. I like the lines /leaving me floating here/in the silence of white noise/.
Thank you Glenn, for those generous comments. Much appreciated.
Beautifully written! ❤
Thank you Josslyn! 🙂
You’re welcome! 🙂
I’ve been thinking about how I’ll handle the loss of my mother who is 90 and has had some health setbacks lately. We never know when she may slip away. It’s a frightening thought mostly. Thanks for sharing, Mish.
I agree..very frightening. Hope we can find the strength.
I found this very moving.
Thank you, Arcadia. 🙂
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Ah, poignant and so beautifully-written. ❤
A very kind comment. Thank you, maria. 🙂
Mish, your poem made me gasp and now I have tears in my eyes. Your opening lines reminded me of my mother’s hands, once gentle and graceful, now tiny claws.I am both fearful of the day my mother passes away and hopeful that her awful, unhappy, demented confusion in a sad care home ends soon.
I’m so sorry for your mother’s situation, Kim. It is so sad that after everything one accomplishes and becomes in this life, that their final days end up like this. Thoughts and prayers for your mom. Thank you for your comments.
Thank you for your amazing poem, Mish.
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a fear of goodbye told beautifully. the agony is tangible especially in these lines:
“Am I afraid to love so much that
The ground beneath me liquefies
When you go?”
Great, Mish! I am Rosema and I am delighted to finally know you. 🙂
Thank you rosema, nice to meet you too. 🙂
you are welcome, Mish. 🙂
I reckon loss is the hardest emotion to cope with. Well written, Mish.
Thank you, Misky. I think loss is the ultimate fear…unchangeable.
Oh Mish, I know this fear all to well and have lived through it in the passing of my parents and my husband. You’ve penned it beautifully.
Thanks so much, Raivenne.
Oh, this is absolutely beautiful, it tugged at my heart.
Thank you, freya 🙂
Mish, what a lovely poem. The fear of loss…the fear of the void left behind is poignantly penned.
Thanks Melanie. It was an emotional write. 🙂
Such a touching piece. Love the “blue irises” metaphor for, I’m presuming, veins?
Actually it would be her lovely eyes. 🙂
That works too ☺
Our human tragedy as it were…touching write, M! The pianist’s misshapen hands is quite the image.
Thank you, Kathy. 🙂
My pen is dripping tears…
Leaving me floating here
In the silence of white noise?
All of your poem speaks of a great fear…. Crisp, precise…. Very fine!
Thank you, Charley.
You’re welcome.
Oh my,so timely for me as my mom has taken a turn for the worse and I’m debating if I need to go. Huge pain in this
Aww Victoria..I so wish you could NOT relate to this. Hope you can see your mom soon. Everything else can wait…..precious moments cannot. Thoughts and prayers for you, sweet lady. 🙂
So many great lines and so, so touching!
Thank you, Janet. 🙂
It is so hard to lose loved ones. You’ve caught that feeling of final days in your poem.