gazing into nevermore
I see sadness and joy
yesterday's sleep
covers me
in the ash of time
I dream
as deaths wings
extinguish your light
we considered
the great sleep
in hushed tones
a simple wish
took shape
now
with the lessening
of the light,
whispers list
a ragged breath
our time runs out
there are no words
left unspoken,
and now silence
grips the night
until the first
tear turns to
sobs...
Comments
The Perception of Death
Such a delicate way to put your thoughts of death. While dealing with grief is such a draining, emotional experience for most of us, we can take solace in the fact that our loved ones have moved on to something beautiful and something brighter, leaving us with wonderful memories to hold on to. I know you are going through a very difficult time but your writing as always is wonderful.
Carrie
I only know the words just flowed out, a quiet breath in the midst of chaos, I knew a few people here would know of our loss, you got to love FB for that, I wrote about 20 poems I am yet to finish them off but I think I should try and concentrate on lighter poems
very glad you took time out to read I really appreciate it
take care love Jayne-Chloe x
Your portrayal...
gives such a beautiful perspective on our final end. We don't know what is on the other side, but we do know that those of us left behind, are left with the grief of their passing. The only thing left is our memories of them.
I hope that I will be remembered after I'm gone, by the ones who matter most. Like you remember those that have departed from your life. I know that whomever you are remembering here, would be proud of the way you remember. ~ Love you, ~ Gee
I won't
Forget you after you are gone! I hope as well that people who I cared about the most will remember me the way those who have been lost are remembered in this piece :) Memories are precious and should be cherished. In the end, that's all we have left.
Gee
I can guarantee you will be remembered by those who you would least expect, each persons experience is there own, and though the interaction maybe brief sometimes a deeper impression is made without thought, you are many things Guy and a better friend I couldn't ask for ...
Thanks for your thoughts on the poem this was really a blood letting I needed to have
you take care love you with higgiest bugs JC xxx
i am so lucky...
and honored to have so many friends and family. I can't imagine what someone who doesn't have anyone must feel like in the last days and moments of their lives. Maybe I will try and write something about it. Love to my lovely ladies and higgest bugs, ~ Gee
Jayne
You are dwelling on the negative, In the piece I wrote "Apart" , it is better to think in these streams than this one, but it has to be said or it will be forever hidden and causing a dark corner in your ways.
There is a light for you to follow and walk toward, you just have to reach out.
I spent many hours talking to another and it cost me dear, but the end where the other person walked in the sunshine, and knew it was sunshine, was worth every moment.
Your write was from your feelings and can only be a good write,
Take care we are but a thought away,
Yours Ian, & Anne not forgetting the children--Talk to you later..
Hey There :)
I am doing a little better just knocked the wind out of me a little, I am going to keep writing as much as I can without writing of darkness and grief and sorrow, it just drags me down further into into the abyss
I know you are there and I appreciate it more than you know thank you for just being there and better friends I couldn't ask for
love always Jayne-Chloe xxx
Jayne
I see the tears that flow warm
I hear the cries so forlorn
I send the help that I know
Will hold you in its glow.
To write of the lighter side when you are down will lift you tall.above those darkened paths that seem to have held you far too long.
We are here in this light world where you can call my name and I will answer you.
Now you have said it yourself that you are going to lift your writing, then you will be lifted.
It is so hard to find a way out of those places but always know we are here.
I am looking forward to your next writes of love and understanding with laughter strewn along the paths of others in you minds eye..
They will be wonderful to read,
Take care of you, you are precious to all you know, Yours Ian.T
Ian
I am trying I plan to write for a while tonight, I have been writing heaps of poetry just need to sit down and pick which one is closer to being posted, I never know whats going to come out, I have been out a couple of times this week it was good to catch up with a couple of mates I ran into ... and thank you for always being there it meens more than you could ever know
love always JC xxx
jayne
We can show a pathway to where we are, and we can sweep it with a brush of love.
It is your journey Jayne, and the things we have to learn here, are sometimes very hard, but know that we know what is where we are, and can't wait to welcome another traveller.
Better than that, I can always come and meet you on the pathway, send the children to make your journey lighter and the Eagle to watch over you, but I suppose where you are a Kookaburra will have to do, and an old lady to give you a smile now and then.
Take care young lady and I look forward to your sorting out a write for us here,
Yours as always Ian.T xx
Tis sorted with another on its way
I always look for the footprints on the lawn we had a frost here a few days ago left the morning covered in white and that's the closest we ever get to snow, but it gets damn cold anyway.
the kookaburra's laugh every morning there's a family of them that live further down the railway line but they come up every morning sitting on the power lines
I am coming good slowly I am not pushing it, its half 12 here I better get my ass to bed
thanks for your thoughts they are always welcome
love always JC xxx
Ah
There is a delicate beauty in death, a quiet fatalism in its inevitability, as its moment leads to grief, and helpless love becomes a cherished memory.
As you so often say:-
Bravo
JIm
"There is a delicate beauty in death, a quiet fatalism in its inevitability, as its moment leads to grief, and helpless love becomes a cherished memory"
that says it all, your comment is a poem thanks for the bravo it was much appreciated.
there are so many emotions going through your heart and head when a loved one is ebbing away ...
its just so recent I am still a little wounded
thanks for the visit and your thoughts
love JC xxx .