Saturday, December 08, 2018

A "Wordy Thursday" ditty

The day I came to town I first saw
Saw you there standing in the window
Soon after we met, our worlds were changed
Melded together our lives as well
Chickens turned blue laid double yolked eggs
Cows and pigs all had twins turkeys smiled
The moon shined brighter love in its rays
Perfect match we were blessed by Heaven

~~ But now you've gone away ~~

I miss you so very much each day
Holidays are hard and things have changed
The birds don't eat, the cows don't don't give milk
The pigs are clean abandoned their mud
Darkened moon cries as do the turkeys
Things just aren't the same wish you'd come back
Won't happen until we meet again
The whole world watches for Heaven's new
 _ _ _ _

 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2018, All Rights Reserved
 - I'm linked with Marian in the Imaginary Garden at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2018/12/wordy-thursday-with-wild-woman.html?m=1
 - Marian has introduced us a new-to-me form, the Puente.   Read about it at the link above. Mine is written in Puente form.
 - I haven't experienced the death of a mate but  several of my close friends and cousins have.  And my first cousin lost her hubby late last week.  Although my Beagle dog was not human. She didn't know that. We were buddy buddy (link to Adi in my blogs).

10 Comments:

At Saturday, December 08, 2018 11:54:00 PM, Blogger Margaret said...

We poets don't always have to write about us - but we do pull form our own experiences and feelings. :) Happy chickens, cows, moon, pigs... and woman make a wonderful life :)

 
At Saturday, December 08, 2018 11:58:00 PM, Blogger Magaly Guerrero said...

I feel terrible for your cousin and the others who have lost their partners. Your poem speaks clearly of how bad things can get, how little they make sense when we lose someone really close to us.

 
At Sunday, December 09, 2018 2:13:00 AM, Blogger Kim Russell said...

The bridge in your puente makes a huge impact, Jim, and echoes through the second stanza, especially in the lines:
‘The birds don't eat, the cows don't don't give milk
The pigs are clean abandoned their mud
Darkened moon cries as do the turkeys’.

 
At Sunday, December 09, 2018 5:38:00 AM, Blogger Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

I love the two contrasting kinds of hyperbole!

 
At Sunday, December 09, 2018 6:42:00 AM, Blogger Vandana Sharma said...

Oh! so heartfelt wishes and sweet memories.

 
At Sunday, December 09, 2018 8:28:00 AM, Blogger Marian said...

Love this, Jim. Of course there are so many deep losses, but I knew right away you were talking about a beloved pup. Everyone on the farm would mourn the loss of her or him. Just love it. The bridge line is perfect. I think it's that line that makes this a difficult form, but yours seems so effortless.

 
At Sunday, December 09, 2018 11:47:00 AM, Blogger Toni Spencer said...

How sad those of us who have lost our loved ones and mates. Don't you mean double yolked and not yoked?

 
At Sunday, December 09, 2018 12:21:00 PM, Blogger Sherry Blue Sky said...

You have captured loss well, Jim. I know you miss your Adi so much. So sad for your cousin, right before Christmas. I loved most the contrast in the animals in your poem, that was very cool.

 
At Sunday, December 09, 2018 5:31:00 PM, Blogger Susie Clevenger said...

Oh this so expresses how love makes its imprint and the grief when the one you love is no longer with you.

 
At Monday, December 10, 2018 12:13:00 PM, Blogger Helen said...

Loss is everlasting ... your bridge line speaks volumes, Jim.

 

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