First Elegy

For a moment, earlier,
I had the urge to call you up
and tell you
that you died today.

I needed, I need,
your solace,
your comfort:

"I'm sad," I would have told you,
"disconsolate, in fact.
You're not going to be
around anymore.
What am I supposed to do?"

But this light,
this light that I can barely sustain,
that weighs upon my heart,
that wrings me dry of tears
and once I am spent
makes me weep yet again,
this light beneath which I have lived
all day today---
this light tells me
that you will be with me
from this point on,
always.





Poetry by Thomas DeFreitas The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2018-08-06 at 20:24

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Sona
Oh! yes. Beauty is light. No wonder, you can feel her so much now.
( i read this poem just now... much after your earlier one and i am happy that the light that you receive now is touched by her.)
2018-08-10


Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Deeply heartfelt. Some days we unfortunately never forget. They are imprinted into our being. I am always amazed at how life can change from one moment to the next. It is after all only a moment, but it embeds sadness into our soul.
2018-08-07


Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
I felt the despair in the first three stanzas and the consolation that came at the end. Perfectly beautiful.
Ashe
2018-08-06


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Wonderful sentiment, but, more important (to me, anyway), top-quality writing. Well done!
2018-08-06


josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
One of the serious challenges with being a late poster is that those before you have so appropriately already spoken your thoughts. With that caveat, I can only echo Bibek. The loss of an intimate friendship either through disagreement, death or distance is a traumatic occasion. You have expressed that in clear uncluttered and convincing style. Bravo!
2018-08-05



I once asked someone I love dearly to remember me after I'm gone in dust motes and in certain light. Excuse if this feels intruding, but these lines "this light tells me/ that you will be with me/from this point on,/always" especially personalized this poem
for me, as if it were written for me. Except bargaining, it follows most of the stages of grief. It's a beautiful piece and if there's one thing I wanted more from it, it is for it to be more real than surreal, more of the ordinary (like a phone call) throughout the poem.
2018-08-05


Bibek
You had me at the opening stanza. The middle ones were a slow, poetic ride. And the closure is perfect!
2018-08-05