A lovely little piece that gave out the feelings true, no waste of words.
The very last line I am not sure of, it may need a slight change:-
"or knocked on my place" can this be "Or knocked at/on my door"
It is probably the accent or way of phrasing that is unique to you, if so leave as is.. Loved it, Yours Ian.T

It is a difficult subject.
My problem with a poem more subtle than what I can write is that I must first understand it before being moved by it. This usually takes a couple of reads. By that time the magic is gone and I'm left with only understanding (or thinking I understand).

So... the grave?
I will say Rula, that your language use (in poetry and messages to me... everywhere) has matured remarkably. One begins to question if English is a second language.
wesley

your place...
at times we feel
those others ought to
feel the way we do
Once an upcoming great poet
wept with emotion
when he read his poem for a private audition,
then the Reader said to him,
son you have no inkling of what poetry is…

you must be silent
observant
stiff to the core
then see the tears in the eyes of the reader
do they flow?
then you are that one poet
and the entire world will know…
sad he wept more
later he never composed
but today he is an author
of many books,
how many I ain't to sure.

I have only one potential criticism. The use of the word "Shone" distracts me. Would not "did shine" work better?

exemplary work!

Ron

When missing somebody almost everything reminds you of them. Very enjoyable but that last line....
"knocked" seems a bit harsh. Maybe fell upon?....................

one tiny thing
‘have flown over in my sky’ – I’d lose the ‘over’

but apart from that I would change nothing else. it is another of your awesomely descriptive writes

and I love the word play with ‘cold and called’

love judy
xxx