Proverbially speaking

Absence makes the heart grow fonder – proverb

The day goes by in painful slow motion

so not unlike the others before

segueing shamefacedly, silhouetted

against the reluctant, recalcitrant night fall

loneliness, my constant handmaiden,

drowns me in a downpour of misery

these days I don’t feel whole anymore

a part of me left with you when you left

I am trying to fathom what part am I missing

is it my hands, which on their own volition seek you

remembering your beloved contours

or my skin that yearns for your touch

now feels starved, parched and dry

my eyes maybe, for they see without seeing

forever wanting to drink your sight

my ears too seem to be straining to hear your voice

its undulating cadence and huskiness

perhaps it is my heart, which though still with me

beats as if against its will

torn in two, it pumps silent tears

and I roam around the home touching things,

drinking them up with my eyes

listening to the silence and telling my heart to beat again

trying hard to be whole in your absence.

Merril at dVerse says, “For this prompt, choose a proverb or a pair of proverbs. Use them as you wishβ€”as an epigraph or within the poem.”

74 thoughts on “Proverbially speaking

  1. stunning Punam, you’ve captured that absence so well … your use of words is legendary!

    “against the reluctant, recalcitrant night fall” everything even the day and night slow down to cry when your love is at sea …

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  2. Such a beautiful poem. Thank you! Those first lines have such a lovely sound and rhythm, and this struck me as so poignant:

    “I am trying to fathom what part am I missing

    is it my hands, which on their own volition seek you”

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  3. My, my, dear Punam; what exquisite language. You’ve drawn out the exactness of brokenness, and the yearning for the wholeness to once again be complete. I love this poem, my friend. ❀❀

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  4. A beautiful tender poem, Punam ❀ I love the lines:

    "….silhouetted

    against the reluctant, recalcitrant night fall

    loneliness, my constant handmaiden,

    drowns me in a downpour of misery."

    But the whole poem is wonderful despite its sadness πŸ™‚

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