Sunday, May 04, 2014

Suddenly Gone


If it had been a heart attack, the newspaper
might have used the word massive,
as if a mountain range had opened 
inside him, but instead

it used the word suddenly,  a light coming on

in an empty room. The telephone

fell from my shoulder, a black parrot repeating
something happened, something awful

a sunday, dusky. If it had been

terminal, we could have cradled him
as he grew smaller, wiped his mouth,

said good bye. But it was sudden,

how overnight we would be orphaned
& the world become a bell we'd crawl inside
& the ringing all we'd eat.

~~by Nick Flynn


Gberger said...

Oh, Karen. What a powerful poem. It says so much in so few words.
Sending love to you, much love.

Anonymous said...

The poem is so poignant and speaks volumes. I just
can't imagine how that day was for all of you.

Knowing how much I love you guys. Sharon

Daisy said...

Wow, how do you find these things, Karen? The poet zeroes right in, doesn't he?