If I were a swan
I'd be gone,*
my son, in his suffering,
sang,
long ago.
In memory,
down on the river,
a white swan glides,
bent neck, folded wing,
her mirror image
floating under her
on a river full
of sky and puffy clouds.
Still here, still suffering,
is my son,
who has forgotten
how to sing.
In memory,
that swan
is going
going
gone.
Mirror image
Chris Lowther photo
*Lyrics from the song by Pink Floyd
I don't know what to say or how to say, Sherry. The layout of the poem resembles a teardrop that fills the heart after reading the poem.
ReplyDeleteThat mirror image looks like a huge swan to me. Stunning!
Beautiful mirror image of the swan, Sherry. I agree with Sumana that the shape of the poem looks like a tear drop. I do hope your son remembers how to sing again!
ReplyDeleteI agree about the beauty of the written imagery and the poem's shape. The brevity is a change for you, but the heart is just as full. I hope song with the swan returns to be with your son.
ReplyDeleteSwans are beautiful and moving creatures. It is my heartfelt hope your son finds his spiritual song again.
ReplyDeleteI love the shape of your mirror poem, Sherry, and that wonderful image of the white swan gliding. But oh, how sad that your son has forgotten how to sing. I hope his singing voice returns soon.
ReplyDeleteSad that your son has lost his song. While there is life there is hope especially with someone like you as his Mum.
ReplyDeleteWow this is beautiful deep and heartbreaking as I can fully relate to this. Arohanui Sherry
ReplyDeleteThis poem gathers all that grief in its shape and brevity...hugs, Sherry....and hope that the song returns....
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful and poised poem - I hope the music will return to your son.. - Jae
ReplyDeleteA beautiful, heartfelt and moving poem, Sherry. How difficult it is to regain the beautiful things that are lost to us, especially if we lose them through no fault of our own...
ReplyDeleteThis poem goes right to my heart. I pray beauty returns. There are days for me when I make effort to find beauty.
ReplyDeleteThis is beautiful and heartbreaking. I lost my song for a long time, but I found it again. There is hope. Blessings to you and your son.
ReplyDeleteA beautiful and touching post. š Warm greetings from a retired lady living in Montreal, Canada š šØš¦
ReplyDeleteA beautful poem!! I hope he will sign again!
ReplyDeleteSherry the above is by me, annell.
ReplyDeleteDear Sherry, the shape of your poem, the message, the depth of your sadness, songs that are no longer heard ... this is a poem that resonates, deeply.
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