Thanks
One day to go!
My mind is empty of all thoughts, and I cannot seem to fill it with anything, but I can sense something trying to replace the void - I know not what?
Internal erraticness seems to be the order of the day
Thanks
One day to go!
My mind is empty of all thoughts, and I cannot seem to fill it with anything, but I can sense something trying to replace the void - I know not what?
Internal erraticness seems to be the order of the day
Nice. Do you have a good voice? Another poem that sounds very songlike to me…
Thanks, Anon
I’m sure I have, or so I’ve been told - I wanted the words to flow: to mirror the chain of thought that spawned them…
21st
Thoughts: contemplative, but with purpose
Humour: in neutral
Mood: dictating the need to listen to new metal
Tone: melancholic
Mind: devoid of any hindering bullshit (pretty much empty, then)
Morality: high
22nd
Boredom threshold: low
Energy levels: hyper-drive
Spirits: high
Interactivity: connected
Appetite: low
Mood: elevated
Sleep: insomniac
…will add to this list: as the day goes on!
29th Dec
Uninspired, yet determined
31st Dec
Unmotivated
Positive
Flirty
Eager to excel at…
In this about someone who died?
Well, it’s a good poem about change…
Dave
Thanks! Yes, it’s a poem about loss…
Apparently ten years is when whatever is supposed to take effect, takes effect and that’s all I know/have been told - a change that I have no control over.
The purpose of life is to live…
Mary K
I was watching the wind blow through
your hair
When I knew I loved you
And a thousand moments since,
I miss your touch
And now my poem is the only way
I see you
And it’s not enough
1982
…very poignant!
Nothing changes this ‘Ten Year’ issue I now have, thanks for sharing though!
Ahh, distant sister from across the sea, apparently we share certain memories.
It’s hard to tell the dead that you love them -
But then again…
When I die
Will you miss me when I die?
When the earth and the grass cover me over;
when the sun and the moon take turns
proving me no more?
Never cry,
Don’t mourn.
I am the Robin and the worm,
The Heron and the fish.
The earth that covers me,
is nothing less than me,
and the stars, just my soul,
reflecting life
in the dark night sky.
Life shares more than one flesh,
and like moss,
I grow on
the nearest stone.
Shaded, by the trees,
I reach across
time.
I am one with the rain,
and need no tears.
Dave
Happy New Year!
Dave
Ahh, distant sister from across the sea, apparently we share certain memories.
It’s hard to tell the dead that you love them -
Happy New Year!
Dave
Thanks
Happy New Year
…and so the abstraction continued: until days became weeks,
and weeks became months, and months became years: until a decade was reached,
and the ten years they spoke of was now a reality!
I came to understand that their non-chalance about it
was due to the ten years having no effect upon their being, but on mine alone,
and on those who shared a similar dilemma to the one that presented itself to me.
So what does this ten year mark end with?
…that’s what I want to know, too!
A turning-point, apparently!
I will post more ramblings as they evolve: which will make things clearer…
Everything is overwhelming right now…
I guess I wonder
How things would be
If you were here
A family
i couldn’t hope but crack a laugh when i finished this stanza…
I guess i wonder… How things would be… If you were here… A fam-il-ee
Ten years
Ten years have been
Ten years have gone
It’s been ten years
Since you moved onYou had no choice
We had no say
They came
And took your soul awayBut I still care
And I still cry
Within my house
Where eyes can’t pryI guess I wonder
How things would be
If you were here
A familyI’ll never know
What you’d have become
I can only imagine
My beautiful oneThe tenth year is the hardest
Or so they said
What lies beyond that
Fills me with joy with dreadMy soul is dead
My heart is cold
Full of intent
My step is boldThe time is now
Upon my soul
To face the facts
To reach their goalThe door is open
To enter through
To be the best
See things anew…
10 years they said… 10 years? I see you, and raise you double…
Two days to go!
Will I be the same person then? or will there be no going back from the previous me? I shall live and learn, and wait and see…
And guilt I feel for closing on this elegy on loss, some say never look back with regret, par example, the half century that only now to mind,
Coming you to unvail the pretence of presence birthright made inglorious by this waning moon,
It is not simply singularly focused, nor manyform to touch for then,
Young we were and a recourse would manifest on a shadow of blur,
At once satisfying defense that both have lost, that the future then was already apparently prefigured.
So I double down, and then double again, from an impoverished .minimum, the least of which is that:
the threshold of a curious whom-to the only opportune payback , is its reflexive possibility: the awe generating the greatful humility: in the face off.
And guilt I feel for closing on this elegy on loss, some say never look back with regret, par example, the half century that only now to mind,
So I double down, and then double again, from an impoverished .minimum, the least of which is that:
the threshold of a curious whom-to the only opportune payback , is its reflexive possibility: the awe generating the greatful humility: in the face off.
Irreversible occurrences…
With some professionally-suitable CBT/physio program, to help me cope with and ultimately accept my chronic illness, I have ceased grieving for the old me… and with it, the past.
My little buddy will always be in my heart, but not necessarily my mind.
For me heart and mind are unluck have it, are irrevocably interconnected and sometimes even change polarity.
Tried CBT and it does help periodically.