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Death of a Loved One

"In December, bereavements caused me to suffer. It was a tipping point where all the things I'd coped with, suddenly I could not cope with as my emotional connection to all things, overwhelmed me. Every pain of every person, cut me up and I felt powerless. Through the gloom, beautiful things occurred. As my vision enhanced, magnified were huge currents of love sweeping us all along when we all stand together to celebrate a life." Quote by Poet What do I grieve It's loss Loss of the strands that connect the strands that made me me and them them It's the tiny unravelling sections Of a tapestry still being woven The clear image that is destined to be lost to time To happen over and over The new section of tapestry doesn't wait It doesn't allow time for grieving Time marches on I'm part of the section that's unravelling next I know the same will happen To the perfect pieces appearing And I grieve I grieve for the impermanence Of our time together It's seems insurmountable To suffer this way But you look back on the tapestry And gaps from lost strands Strands that were once where I am now Those that saw what had been and What was to come And held fast despite the knowledge So they haven't truly gone Each time you touch a life You leave a lasting impression I perceived a tapestry With missing faces Connections forgotten But I'm built from the bonds That came before The hands that Held the hands That held my hand Now I'm holding hands Building the bonds And holding together Whilst the new tapestry forms Until my face and my strand disappear Followed by memory of me But the bonds stay strong Because I was there when I needed to be My hand in theirs, passing it forward 3rd Place Death Of A Loved One Poetry Contest 30th March 2023 Sponsored by: Unseeking Seeker

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Date: 4/7/2023 9:38:00 AM
Your poem is so beautiful, Dilly. Life is 'a tapestry still being woven...' Congratulations!
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Date: 4/7/2023 10:00:00 AM
Thank you Ann, it was a very emotional write for me as I was feeling all the elements
Date: 4/6/2023 2:28:00 AM
- Losing a loved one ... requires a lot of strength :) - Congratulations on your win in the contest, D.D. :) - Happy Easter :) -
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Date: 4/6/2023 2:30:00 AM
Thank you Sunshine, I hope you have a lovely Easter too. :)
Date: 4/6/2023 1:53:00 AM
Back to your poem to congratulate you on your podium win, dear DD
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Date: 4/6/2023 2:13:00 AM
Thank you Valsa, I appreciate you taking the time to do so x
Date: 4/5/2023 11:18:00 PM
Congratulations on a fine podium place for your heartfelt poem DD.
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Date: 4/5/2023 11:28:00 PM
Thanks Wen, I put all my free flow in then did my best to shape this one. Cried writing it, deleted loads of it. I really love these prompts and respond with an immediacy, as if I was just waiting for someone to ask. I'm pleased to place when the remit is really about expressing your inner self (for me), the bit that's usually hidden in case it's a bit too weird :)
Date: 3/29/2023 8:36:00 PM
"What do I grieve It's loss Loss of the strands that connect the strands that made me me and them them" Losing the strands that connect the tapestry of life is indeed painful. But as time marches on, it doesn't allow us to keep grieving. We are on a process of weaving another tapestry. Profound as ever and very poignant too....
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Date: 3/29/2023 11:20:00 PM
I like the idea but regret I don't think I have the skill to turn this into a finished poem - I'm hoping I can figure it out
Date: 3/29/2023 5:57:00 AM
Dearest DD, the hurt of grieving a love one's death can be immeasurable. No words can console you and nothing but time can make the pain fade. Your tapestry is a wonder, it reflects your life in a way that the reader can see the foibles and envisage the stitches forming a new brighter picture perhaps.. A wonderfully truthful account put into poignant words. Well done.
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Date: 3/29/2023 6:02:00 AM
Thanks Wen, I fear my lack of poetry knowledge means I can't do the idea justice. For now I've put it down on a page and I'll take a regular look at it. It's the idea of grieving the past, present and future with eyes open - a kind of hurt that can cause despair. You are right though, time still plays a part and we snap out of it after a while. Poetry was hugely helpful to me though. I can't actually believe I kept everything in all my life!

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