poetry

Coping.

You left for some time
ages ago
long enough to haunt,
long enough for everything
loud and living
to sink into itself,
a cavity beneath waves…

but I’m OK now—
day drinking with Nemesis
laboring rust and dirt,
I lie with your bones
and start fires at night.

© Nancy Botta, 2020

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10 thoughts on “Coping.

  1. Pairing the first with the last two lines results in a jarring juxtaposition. Gives the startling sensation of drinking a soothing tea only to swallow leaf debris at the end! Excellent piece!

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  2. This connects so much and specially with people who have lost someone they dearly loved. There is such a huge void created when someone precious leaves. A void which can never be filled and leaves us empty for a long long time. I loved reading this.

    Best wishes from The Strong Traveller and have a great day.

    Do have a look at my blog whenever you find the time. There are some travel and lifestyle content which you may find interesting. Your thoughts will surely be very valuable. Stay connected. 😊

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