Tim Ryerson

Missing: Pieces of Me

SPLINTERED HEART 

like a leg severed, ripped loose:
the phantom limb throbs and aches
knowing yet unwilling, unable to accept
that it's only a ghost playing evil pranks

sitting frozen and paralytic
from the weight, the frightful weight
dragging, forcing down the head
welding chin to collarbone...
heavy, crushing feeling on the chest
punishing pressure on the heart
a heart at the point of imploding...

alarm clock crying, screaming:
time warp between sleep and awake
when not yet aware of where one is
not yet aware of what or who one is
a split-second reprieve until----

(oh, it really did happen
oh, I don’t have a leg now
oh, you have been torn loose
taking pieces of me with you)

it has been proven medically:
people with life threatening seizures
can eventually function normally
with half of their brains removed

not so with a splintered heart
not so with half a heart...



~ How can I forget a gently bold spirit that is Tim
 whose poetry brims with verve,
contemporary images, wit, and emotional depth?
While exchanging comments on our posts,
I found out that he stayed in my country during
the war. His anecdotes sparked the beginnings of
a dear friendship that allowed us to connect through
email and facebook. Tim was an erudite poet as
seen through this winning piece in a contest. 
~Knowing his health was becoming frail, he would slip 
in and out of the site, yet quickly responded to most
of us on social media.
When Tim passed on, I was shocked; his demise ...sudden.
I am grateful to have known him up close and personal,
a man of integrity who wanted to revisit our country with
his daughter a year before he finally rested in peace. Salute, Tim!


Anthony Biaasoc's The Uncontest Contest
6/22/2020
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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Watt Avatar
October 14, 2020 at 9:30 PM
Nette, this is such a touching memorial to your friend Tim. His writing was indeed full of verve and talent, and your tribute words speak deep to the heart. I hope many at Soup will visit his page thanks to your thoughtful words. Peace, John
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June 22, 2020 at 4:42 PM
Ah Nette, you made me cry tears of sorrow with this beautiful tribute to a wonderful man, You are fortunate that you had a chance to meet, him. They say the ones that have the most impact on us are the short lived relationships that leave a mark on our soul. Love you for your gentle ways, and your incredible talent for making people feel. hugs xo we have lost mother in law to covid, and bird too, I realize how precious life it, Love you xo
Agustin Avatar
June 22, 2020 at 5:18 AM
Thanks for sharing this. I'm learning from him through you. God bless you.
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June 21, 2020 at 11:11 PM
A beautiful tribute, Nette. Tim was a kind man and talented poet. I could read one poem about his son and cry, then read another and laugh. He was a charmer, too. Thank you for sharing. Blessings, Rhonda xx
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June 21, 2020 at 3:27 PM
Great tribute... I remember him from soup ..
Cunningham Avatar
June 21, 2020 at 3:00 PM
A lovely tribute Nette, he sounds a wonderful man and poet. Tom
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