Corridors

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I say goodbye
holding your hand,
desperately searching
for raw comfort,
but from clay cold skin and defeated flesh,
words will no longer form, nor
draw me close.
You hold a smile,
and it squeezes my heart softly
with a palpable
sense of who I am and who we were.
I think you have just found a dream
inside of death, and see a vision
higher than we, one rich in vitality
for your journey or destiny –
I don’t believe we are
really saying goodbye,
and so, sweet dreams, my love –
stay far from errant shadows –
so I can see you
on the other side
.

Author: Anita Lubesh

I write poetry/prose/stories/short stories/verses for children/sketch/and have 6 chapters of a novel sitting there like that half eaten trifle in the fridge or bottle of Jack Daniels because something makes you afraid to eat it or drink... right now.. I am a proud Geordie from England's northern hemisphere and the beautiful city of Newcastle upon Tyne. I live with my lovely husband who came all the way from sunny California just for me, and my favourite animal, Bobble, our dog. I am a member of Greenpeace and Friends of the Earth and wish we could all do more, especially today, when such a lot is wrong.

11 thoughts on “Corridors”

    1. Thank you Susan. With our surreal and tragic situation today, it is not hard, or one need not look far for before something tugs or stirs us. Thank you for reading as ever.

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    1. Thank you, i hope you’re staying safe given your roaming spirit. I am not here much myself. I rise up from the paint fumes and write a bit then dive back down. You take care. And thank you for your kind thoughts, and for reading.

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  1. As always, Lubesh, your words both harrow and thrill. How troubling that I take such pleasure in the stark melancholy of your poetry.
    Perhaps you simply remind me that this is what it means to be alive in this day and age.

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    1. I never actually saw this. Thank you, Masa. Today is rather unique and surreal, and we probably could be forgiven for being equally as topsy turvy in our processes. Hopefully, it seems, at least here, things are beginning to turn around. Fingers crossed rotw. You take care.

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