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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15 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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  3. Reblogged this on I Write Her and commented:
    Loss, whether death or the end of a great love affair, can haunt us for eternity. And muddy our existence until we heal. This is one of those pieces that just gets you right in the heart. Thanks, Nancy.

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