I visited
entered through the open window
where the cream broderie tablecloth
still hugged the oak table
this is where our glasses clinked
I left inprints cross the dust
along the dresser shelf
music filled the air
I went inside
the curtains gently blew
I touched the books you loved
they sat next to the albums
that captured our lives
and there you were
walking from the other room
I watched you take my ashes
sit in your favourite chair
I heard you gulp
your adams apple rose and fell
you wiped your eyes
I couldn’t help
I couldn’t cry
you looked at me
curious how I got here
my wings touched your cheek
I’ll be back again
Copyright JMTacken 8.11.2014
Photograph mine
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Really a nice work here Jenny. A fella like me who is into visual feelings appreciates it. Thank you.
Thank you so much Babbs, sorry but that is now your name 😉 I’m glad that men can appreciate this style of poetry, appreciate you reading.
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… “my wings touched your cheek”
– beautiful work, Jen. xx
Hello Mir, thank you darling. I hope to get over to Words From Here To There very soon😊 xx
Oh Jen…… so whispery soft and sad and beautiful. !!!! ❤
Thank you Coll I was reading about the Japanese symbolism for butterflies, how they believe they are the soul of the living or the dead and then this came. Appreciated as usual ❤ xx
❤ You are welcome. 🙂
That was lovely. And the butterfly is pretty. ❤
Thank you Jack, it was a beautiful one to take, in a butterfly sanctuary we went to. ❤ x
You find the best photographs. Love the butterfly. Love your poem. ❤ ❤ I wonder who it is the 'wings touched your cheek'.
Thank you Tess, his wife, the Japanese believe butterflies are the soul of the living or those that have passed. Thank you, I took the photo on my phone, looking at it now though, think I may have it enlarged and framed! ❤ xx
My daughter’s M-i-L was in Rome this spring and met a woman there, another tourist with whom she got into conversation about butterflies and the same as you say here. The MiL had a butterfly following her around and she wondered if it might be he own sister whom she lost at a young age, the sister being a few years older.
How amazing Tess, next time I am fortunate enough to have one land on me, I hope it is my younger brother. Hugs for telling me this ❤ xx
I’m pleased if this warmed your heart. Hope you have one land on you soon. 🙂
Thank you lovely lady xxx
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What a gorgeous photo – I thought of my mum, it made me feel sad and happy. I always wonder if my dad is watching over her. She cries sometimes. It has been 19 years. Your words about loss (even if it is about a man) are just so beautiful my lovely. *sniff*
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Thank you, not too bad for off my phone. Love the colours.
I am sure he is sweety, I know he is. Thank you again darling, I am glad you enjoyed and sorry I made you sad. ❤ ❤ xxx
Wow! off your phone. Pretty darn good is what I would call it.
Oh darling, no, you didn’t make me sad. I was “happily sad” 🙂 I loved it.
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Smiles thank you darling and I’m glad it was a happy sad hugs and love xxx<3
Did you take this photo? If so, well done. It’s beautiful. Your poem stirred up all kinds of emotion-very, very delicate and beautiful.
Thank you hun, yes I did from my phone. Bless ‘Ya sweetheart, thank you for your lovely words. ❤ xx
Love the photo and the poem! Just beautiful!
Thank you so very much Deborah and for popping in, appreciated.
That was stunning J. Simple as. 🙂
Aww thank you so much R. 😀
Welcome J.
I am breathless. I am amazed. This was sheer magic and love all wrapped into one. You made me get teary-eyed with some goosebumps, too. xoxo
If I move people with my words, then I am happy, thank you darling, I am glad you felt this. ❤ x
Very nice, mums. I’m enjoying the perspective you’ve been writing in. You make your reader totally become the watcher as your words, images and scene unfolds. Really sharpening your craft.
What a gorgeous thing to say, thank you my lovely one, that is a grand compliment 😃