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Before Your Funeral

In the low hours of the morning
When my eyes first bear the light
When the sky seems soft and humble
Before the sun rises with spite

Before the sounds of rustling covers
Reveal my lonely, aching soul
I hear the robin out my window
Echoing the church bells' solemn toll

As I scorn the waking hour
Distrust events the day will bring
I am forsaken by your leaving
And once again, the church bells ring

I pull my dark dress from the closet
Lift my sweater from the drawer
Touch our picture on the dresser
While your shoes wait on the floor

In the stark, forgotten kitchen
That claims your frigid, empty chair
I pour a simple cup of green tea
Remove a spoon from the flatware

Yet, I neglect the milk and honey
Let the cup sit and grow cold
Stare blindly into the unknown
Feel reality unfold

Still, I push aside the truth
Postpone facing what is real
Step out into the day's damned light
As I curse the church bells' peal

About This Poem

Style/Type: Structured: Western

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Country/Region: United States

Favorite Poets: I tend to read Ted Kooser, Jim Harrison, Billy Collins, Paul Simon, Robert Frost. I like minimalist poetry, and poems reflecting on nature and Mother Earth.

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Rula

Rula

8 months 1 week ago

Hello dear

Not sure what could have brought those memories, but they've touched my heart and almost brought tears to my eyes! Overwhelming I think if I need to describe it in just one word!
Hope all is well dear
Always appreciate sharing such exquisite pieces!

Lavender

Lavender

8 months 1 week ago

Hello, Wonderful You! :)

I never know what brings these things out, either. But... there they are. I am always grateful for your help and comments. It means a lot to me.
Thank you, Rula,
Lx

Triskelion

Triskelion

8 months 1 week ago

Hi Lavender

This seems to be a solemn tribute to someone close and probably dear, so I won't comment further on that.
For the most part, a healthy measure of gloom is palpable, but I am also feeling a tinge of frustration.

I'm looking at S1L4 and I'm pretty sure you can come up with something that describes the thought better. Perhaps "before the sun begins its flight" or is it it's? or something about "its light"

The repeated "Before" that begins the next line is quite effective at grounding the reader to the poem. I really liked that.
S6 really lays out a bittersweet and relatable scene. Sometimes, simple words convey raw feelings better than complex vocabulary, so good on that.

I won't comment further 'til reading some other comments.

Thomas

Lavender

Lavender

8 months 1 week ago

Hello, Thomas,

Absolute frustration mixed with a bit of disbelief. Hmm... I chose "height" to offer a conflict with "low" in the first line of that stanza. I will certainly consider changing it, though, as I trust your instinct. I definitely wanted the repetition of both "when" and "before" to stand out and feel somewhat harsh, forceful. I'm glad you sensed the simple language - it just felt the best to describe the emotions.
Thank you for your helpful comments!
L

Triskelion

Triskelion

8 months ago

The title...

...really has almost two meanings. As I have read several times now, and considering the first sentence of your reply...I wonder if the emphasis of the title is directed to the time before the person passed, or the time between their passing and the funeral. Not that I'm fishing, just making a point.
I sort of understand your revisit to the event. I like to reflect, good or bad.
I see you changed the line I pointed out. I like it better.

Thomas

Lavender

Lavender

8 months ago

Hello, Thomas,

In my mind, it is the morning of the funeral, the few hours before. I'm glad you like the reworked line, thanks for the suggestion! A reflective piece, for sure.
Thank you for reading again and letting me know your thoughts!
Much appreciated!
L

Candlewitch

Candlewitch

8 months 1 week ago

Dear Lavender,

Reading your poem puts me in mind that this was not abandonment by choice...I feel the melancholic strains of Death. I do so hope I am wrong. my favorite lines are:

I pull my dark dress from the closet
Lift my sweater from the drawer
Touch our picture on the dresser
While your shoes wait on the floor

many hugs, Cat xxx

Lavender

Lavender

8 months 1 week ago

Hello, Cat,

Yes, it speaks of death. These poems pop up occasionally with me, maybe always will. So, hopefully the next "pop-up" will be about life! I am grateful to you for reading and sharing.
Thank you!
Lx

Candlewitch

Candlewitch

8 months 1 week ago

Dear Lavender,

I am sorry for your loss, and hope I was not too ham-handed with my analysis of your poem. I could kick myself for being so blunt! It is an amazing piece of art.

many hugs, Cat xxx

Lavender

Lavender

8 months 1 week ago

Hello, Cat!

All good! It's been over 15 years since I lost my husband, but with loss we gain wisdom and knowledge of grief - it stays with us forever and sometimes finds its way in poetry.
Thank you for sharing!
Lx

Geezer

Geezer

8 months 1 week ago

After...

I felt the palpable emotion of this.
The quiet, silent rise of the sun, the chirp of a robin, and the toll of a bell.
Combining these elements with the sound of your words, has given me a vision.
I was pulled to the sound of the bell, while hating each peal.
You dragged me out of the house and toward the church.
The line: "While your shoes wait on the floor." is heartrending.

This is now my favorite of yours. ~ Geez.
.

Lavender

Lavender

8 months 1 week ago

Hello, Geezer,

I am always grateful for your comments, and such accurate understanding. This just popped up - who knows? Thankful for this site, and you so that I can test drive these thoughts.
Lx

Leslie

Leslie

8 months 1 week ago

L

Wow!

Leslie

Leslie

8 months 1 week ago

L

Verry sad, hard to accept these feelings!

Lavender

Lavender

8 months 1 week ago

Hello, Leslie,

With the knowledge of sorrow, comes the appreciation for joy, right?
Thank you so much for reading!
L

Leslie

Leslie

7 months 1 week ago

L

Yes but sometimes I don't appreciate it at all. Your writing is profound and beautiful. I wish that I could wrap my head aound it all. Convince myself of that which I am grateful, but alas I cannot, but I will move on

Ruby Lord

Ruby Lord

6 months 4 weeks ago

Hi Lavender, I have read this

Hi Lavender, I have read this multiple times over the past two days, and I can't express how deeply it touched me. Every element you included resonated with such power that it brought a lump to my throat. It is a masterfully crafted piece, polished, clear, and brimming with raw emotion. The way you've poured your grief onto the page made me feel as if I were experiencing your loss alongside you. It's a deeply beautiful yet heart-breaking tribute, and though time may have created some distance from the event, your pain is evident in every word. This is an incredibly touching reflection on loss, beautifully sorrowful in its honesty. Ruby xxx :)

Lavender

Lavender

6 months 4 weeks ago

Hello, Ruby,

I am grateful for the time you've spent with this, and feel fortunate that it touched you. The experience will always stay with me, usually at a healthy distance, but it still surfaces occasionally, especially in poetry.
Thank you for offering your generous support!
Take good care,
Lx