Monday, March 11, 2013


I wrote this for NapoWriMo 2009 (yeah, NaPoWriMo is again around the corner). It is a sad, little poem about a personal loss. Recently, I edited it a bit and here it is.

The poem feels a bit uncompleted, and I am not too sure about the last strophe, but hey, there's always room for another revision.

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sometimes i call out to her,
that it's time for meals,
but she's not here anymore,
of course.

some nights i pick food
alone off a pizza box,
the room hums in silence,
and dark.

time heals,
but not fully.

written 15/04/2009
revised 05/03/2013

“That's the thing about demands to be felt.”

-- John Green, The Fault in Our Stars

Shared on Poetry Pantry #141 at Poets United.

© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ) 2013

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Blogger Brian Miller said...

some things you never get over...and all the old familiar places are where you look for them...that is for sure...time just dulls it a bit...smiles.

11 March, 2013 00:51  
Blogger anthonynorth said...

Sorrowful words beautifully done.

11 March, 2013 01:46  
Blogger Libby Meador said...

My recent loss, my dog, used to get all my leftovers and now I don't know what to do with the scraps or myself at meal time.

11 March, 2013 01:56  
Blogger Mary said...

I agree that time heals but not fully. Sometimes I think after a year or two it is harder, as people expect you to be over the grief. In the initial months everyone recognizes the grief and gives support. As time passes support lessens, but the grief remains.............

11 March, 2013 01:59  
Blogger rch said...

Yes the pain will always be there though dulled, I like the ending, it's poignantly true.

11 March, 2013 05:37  
Blogger McGuffy Ann said...

I like this. The loneliness is palpable.
Here is my offering:

11 March, 2013 09:29  
Blogger Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

I think the ending is very telling, and the whole piece beautiful and moving in its bald understatement. I very much like that style of writing. I also relate to it totally, as it's much what I am experiencing at present.

11 March, 2013 12:44  
Blogger Poet Laundry said...

Oh this is felt. Quite poignant.

11 March, 2013 15:06  
Blogger dsnake1 said...


thanks! we do go back to the old familiar places,but time do help.


thank you!


I understand how you feel, when your pet is like a part of your family. we once had a guard dog who looked after our work-site, and one night it was killed by intruders, and it was truly hard to get over it for some time. :(


that's true, family and friends will give support but it will lessen over time, though the grief may still remain. anyway, this happened a long time ago, only on anniversaries or such do the memories return strongly.


thanks for visiting, and leaving your comment. :)

McGuffy Ann,

thank you! :)


i tend to write short verses in my poetry, and to me, the form of a poem is pretty important. in this case even the lines are short as if the narrator is finding words hard to come by.

i wasn't too sure about the ending, thought of leaving it out, but i guessed it works. :)

hope you are feeling better.

Poet Laundry,

thanks for visiting! :)

11 March, 2013 23:03  
Blogger dsnake1 said...

guys, sorry for the late replies. it has been an awful day in the office today. :)

11 March, 2013 23:08  
Blogger Kim Nelson said...

tightly written, this version conveys the loss and moving on, memories intact. nicely done.

12 March, 2013 00:40  
Blogger dsnake1 said...

thank you, Kim. :)

12 March, 2013 06:56  

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