Not to fall apart

Some days you lean to the mist
And fall into a memory
Of people who walked here years ago
And you see them, you feel
The chimney smoke in your eyes –
Nothing changed but that –
And there are more crows now,
Popping up from the white;

Dark grey tears, a torn wedding dress,
An Autumn grave, people in dark Winter coats
Gathering in a room for games and warm chocolate,
Lanterns and children singing,
Family stories and brown orange leaves,
Black and white photos-
Some days they all gather
To keep you from falling apart in November.

Comments on: "Not to fall apart" (12)

  1. I like how the title plays against that 2nd line, the idea of falling into a memory at the risk of falling apart. Lovely.

  2. nettie Schroders. said:

    Mooi hoor ina.

  3. So beautiful. I love the imagery.

  4. Well, as far as I’m concerned, that just leaves other eleven months…

    I like the ‘feel’ of this one.

  5. Beautiful and haunting, Ina, just love it!

  6. Falling into a memory is a lovely idea, and I could almost feel the autumn mist in your words. Beautifully metacholic

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