Graspless
Posted by Rob Kistner | Filed under Free Verse, Image, Poetry, dark, photo, tragedy
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moonlight keeps dark at bay
pressing in
as night winds stir
mocking final breath of life
lost to the lightless realm
beyond the chill encircling me
no emotion here
save grief
failed digits of a graspless hand
on a broken stair
where ankle bent
and held oranges spilled
no voice came to the futile cry
those lips will not know again
sweet fruit
nor love…
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rob kistner © 2010
March 11th, 2010 at 6:39 pm
The last two words sum up the whole feeling if finality so well.
March 11th, 2010 at 11:23 pm
Love it - so dark and sad . Builds a good picture of feelings.Hope to catch up with mine this week
March 13th, 2010 at 10:08 am
that was a griping tale ,,,,, no pun intended,
dark and sorrowful–
Joanny
March 13th, 2010 at 11:50 am
Hi Rob - failed digits of a graspless hand is a powerful image. As is / are the spilled oranges.
This is my first visit here - you’re obviously an established poet?
March 14th, 2010 at 12:26 am
“held oranges spilled” three little words that conjure up a thousand reasons. Lovely.
March 15th, 2010 at 9:30 am
Ooo, you wrote a dark one, too. Gorgeous piece. Gorgeous imagery. I particularly like “held oranges spilled”. I can see them tragically tumbling down the steps.
March 15th, 2010 at 4:37 pm
Sometimes when I read something..this for instance, it feels as if it always existed..graspless..all power gone!
March 15th, 2010 at 6:29 pm
no fruit nor love…a beautiful finale! nicely done.
March 15th, 2010 at 7:24 pm
Nicely done! Such imagery portray with words dark and sorrowful.
March 15th, 2010 at 9:35 pm
So sad to die alone. Well done.
March 15th, 2010 at 9:36 pm
Very much liked the failed digits of a graspless hand and the image of the oranges spilling! That contains the whole.
March 16th, 2010 at 1:58 am
A most poignant tale, Rob; I see missed occasions and escaped dreams in this.
March 16th, 2010 at 1:29 pm
Graspless left me breahtless….different on the darker side maybe maybe not…
March 16th, 2010 at 2:23 pm
I really love this. so many dark ones with this picture.
March 19th, 2010 at 9:11 am
Wonderful…
March 27th, 2010 at 7:38 pm
There is, with “Grapless” a hand, a life, resigned to succumb to the natural forces present. Expected these things fall away, and what remains, grief, is also understood for what it is, an emotion. Very wise. I particularly like “lost to the lightless realm”. Very deep.