Black Poetry : Letting Go (For Peter)

[Cindy]

I stood there
At the end of it all
Your funeral
Thinking how

Someone once told me
Don’t get too high
Your string might break
And I didn’t know why

Until they explained it
And now
I stand here
Holding a string

To a balloon
Such as your spirit
Such as my memories of you
Such as an air lifted piece of my heart

And I can’t let go
No, I can’t turn it loose
Although, I do want to see it soar
I can’t turn loose

Of you.

 

[iwannabe]

I like how you put things in this poem. Too the point, yet deep. Made for a great understanding of the speakers(your) emotion in this poem and feeling. I liked the metaphor of the string too. Good poem sista

 

[$$RICH$$]

very well expressed cindy nice drop

 

[moham]

Cindy
this was such a gentle and loving dedication and at the same time expression of your emotions.
I know how you feel.
I feel like this every single day since my grandMother passed away.....
very nice.

moham

 

[cocobutterskyn]

thank God we have the gift of memories
else we would truly be "letting go."

let go the pain of loss to allow
sweet memories to soothe.


this read is bittersweet for me
it's sad content, yet its a pleasure
to read you again.

a heartfelt read... thanks for sharing

Coco