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I don’t know how memory works…where it ends…or where it starts…
but today I found it guided me to the cemetery of my heart.
It’s a solemn, meditative place that in the heart has no parallel.
The final resting place where our memories go to dwell.
Every person in the world…anyone who’s ever taken a breath
Even if they haven’t yet…will one day have to cope with death.
I’ve lost people I love…my parents…family…friends
It’s an inevitable fact of living that…some day…life will end.
When touched by death…memories rush in and the ensuing sorrow can paralyze
then slowly…ever-so-slowly…out of our sadness we start to realize
that the one we lost would not want us to remain sad forevermore…
and we do our best, in their memory, to live…as we once lived before.
It’s as if when death infects us…in an instant…overnight…
the world that once was filled with joy…turns to a gloomy black and white.
Then slowly…if we’re lucky…the healing process begins…
and with the help of our family and friends our smile…and our colors slip back in.
To ensure our memories do not fade away…even though we will forever be apart
we find a quiet place for them to rest…in the cemetery of our heart.
Which is where if found myself this morning…at the dawning of the day…
planting flowers on the graves…and remembering…those I’ve lost along the way.
Such a sad and sorrowful day at least from my point of view
The day my son went away as he joined the proud and the few
As off to Parris Island he was sent my only child leaving the nest
Oh, and in that island, where he went, I knew he was in for a test
The day before he would leave the tears just began to flow
As my whole heart would start to grieve and boy did it show
I could not even look at his face without a tear in my eye
I miss him so much around this place but I too have to try
Just like so many others tears in the wind as so many others weep
As against our cheeks they are pinned in coming out from so deep
But just in getting up and around those tears would begin to dry
For the one thing that I have found is that I at least have to try
And with each new day that passed my spirit began to rebound
As all that sorrow didn't last once my feet were back on the ground
In realizing I have a job to do also those tears on the wind are no more
But one thing I do know there'll be tears on the wind at the end of his tour
Tears of sadness, tears of joy
Psalms 62:6 He only is my rock and my salvation: he is my defence; I shall not be moved.
It came to me, this assurance
This belief –
It came to me in small pieces, like
The sensitivity that agrees…
Tomorrow is a faded memory.
Today holds the hope, the breathe
Rising beneath the stars, the trees
Walking past the clouds, the sun
Raising prayers and praise,
The assurance that this love, this
Faith, this forgiveness…
Is the music for our dance,
Twirling with love, swaying with
Grace, waltzing – floating
Freely in this place we know as
The world He created for us,
For our living – and believing
It came to me, this promise
This faith –
Rising in the moments, as I listened
To His grace, His kindness, His love
The miracle of knowing that He is
Like the beautiful in the seas,
The wisdom in the skies,
The wonder that clings to the night.
He is the strength of the heart,
The abiding praise inside the soul,
The light that never grows old.
It came to me in small pieces,
This realization that He is the reason
I know hope. I know peace –
I know what it means to give and receive
I know that He is my greatest strength,
This man of sorrow – this man of grace.
This man who knows me better…
Than I’ll ever know myself!
Because of Him, the power of grace
Abides within me, strengthening
Revealing all the blessings that have come
Because I believe in the light of the SON!
He truly is the rock that I continue to build upon!
Writing Challenge - 'R' Words Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Word 6. ROCK
April 4, 2023
a day so fine - no ill in mind
a day spent free - nothing haunting me
now, I lay me down - they come around
those bad night thoughts - those night bad thoughts –
spun off devils carousel to show me twisted hell
they come at night - they enter my head
when out the light and covered in bed -
lay down content then it is spent
with such darkness my good is bent
i fight fears madness to keep my joy
that bedtime covets like a favorite toy
good is erased my sleep chased
when in bed sorrow hits my face
grows in my head clutches my heart
heaves my chest steals my breathe
and stabs to nab senseless tears
the devil seems fit to test my grit
more and more the older i get -
he speeds his carousel to grow fears well
it is a night battle i thus far handle
but remain unable to totally dismantle
come morn come internal joy
come night come devils decoy
Time and essence shouldn't make anyone
forget the memory of a dear one,
would love be unforgettable
and profoundly thoughtful
to each mourning soul:
if it only gave its joy while living?
Do ineradicable memories fade
when the one we cherish is gone
and we don't carry inside that happy feeling?
Years have passed more swiftly than seasons,
the Easter Redbuds have finally bloomed today,
and their lively color delight everybody's senses;
they see me staring at them to praise their beauty!
It's early May, it's a dreary day
and awfully chilly, but mom's smile
is always gleeful, serene, warm, and very bright;
and although she's no longer alive:
I honor her tender and sweet memory...
even in the darkest moments that deny their light!
Let these flowing tears born out of sorrow...
fall as the morning dew falls from sunflowers;
this pain is still deep, and turning into a shallow:
I reach above and my grieving suddenly vanishes!
(Alfred, Lord Tennyson, the greatest of Victorian
poets, formed a very close relationship with
Arthur Hallam and frequently visited the Hallam
home in Wimpole Street. After Hallam's sudden
death, Tennyson frequently returned to the house,
and stood weeping in the street.)
Tears, Idle Tears
When two young men are close – are more than friends,
perhaps? – as Tennyson and Hallam were,
and with one’s sudden death, the friendship ends,
what may we (faced with morbid grief) infer?
That Arthur bore the promise of the age
is well attested. But was taken young.
Is sorrow something simply to assuage,
or are there deeper wellsprings? Alfred clung
unhealthily to his. The morning rain
would lash him as he stood there, hat in hand,
in front of sixty-seven, drenched in pain
he neither could discharge nor understand:
abandoned lover, feverish and thin,
with salty raindrops dripping from his chin.
Should I one day,
In a deep sleep go,
Not to wake up,
Do not grieve over my departure,
I wished it upon me.
When in despair perhaps,
While in deep sorrow,
You and I never were,
I ran away, yet you still chased.
Nevertheless, I deserve non your emotions.
I perceive peace in my destination,
My present is misled; corrupted!
Then in my absence, don't miss me.
I would not have earned the feeling.
Should I, in a deep sleep go not to wake,
Do not accuse me of my departure.
For even though you,
You knew I wanted peace, in another realm; body.
Understand me then, should the day come.
Six feet under I'll be lain,
A hundred miles you were from me
A hundred miles in life.
Yet my departure,
In all fairness,
I wished upon me.
Dismissed from singing with
Admirable voices
It's a gloomy morning...
My distraught spirit
Sinks downward
Dripping failures drown
My music box -
My heart
No longer thumps with triumph,
Excitement,
Joyousness,
Delight...
My spirit
can't reach
heaven's height!
The High School Choir -
Crowded with
Cheerful students,
Releasing their
Positive mindsets
It upsets
My own soul...
And I envy their
Happy-go-lucky voices
They don't understand
Oh no...
They'll never know
Spewing out fascinating noises
Invigorating noises...
Amazing, mature voices
Reaches my fatigued ears...
They don't taste
My revolting fears...
They'll never see
The tears streaming down
My grimy face
They're too busy...
Running the race
Competing for praise and grace
Seeking the award...
while I jump off board...
They don't care if I die
Oh no!
No one cares to save me
From the waters that push me...
Drown me...
tug me...
drag me...
To and fro...
My sadness grows
And the wicked wind blows
As I helplessly drift away
Like the sunset murdering the day
Like the sunset greeting the night
As I plead...TAKE IT ALL AWAY!
TAKE ALL OF MY DISMAY...
I'd rather not deal with it today...
Or tomorrow...
That would bring in sorrow
A little dog is a gift from God
Meant only through life to trod
As a companion to solace our mortal
Frailties through love unconditional.
But loyalty exposes its fatal flaw
When devotion's bonds exceed human law
And penalty is death for an unfailing friend
Whose only sin was a duty to defend.
Hers was love of a kind not easily shared
Yet, fate cast her with one as unprepared
As I to provide the healing balm -
And failing - it is she must meet the calm.
My crying brings her to kiss away the tears
I shed on thought of her end. I live with fears
she consoles as if to forgive
What I must do and can never outlive.
On the eve of euthanasia 2011
PS We found a new home before this was necessary.
Alas this morning brought such unforeseen sorrow
Break of dawn the light before the morrow
Call of the lark as skies change from black to blue
Dusk settled after midnight as I left you
Encounters painful in the cold light of day
Forgiving the actions of the night and foolish play
Grieve not for the games of the weak of heart
Harken to the promise of the Lark
Intentions often tend to pale against the truth
Just as I tried and failed not to lie to you
Kiss of the rose with thorns to cut and bleed
Let loose the venom pulsing inside on which hate feeds
Master the night and the morning will hold no fear
Nor regrets to settle ever closer near
Offer unto the stars, the moon, the skyline too
Promises if this day could start anew
Question the cosmic design of which were drawn
Rise unto the heavens from whence new life was born
Surpass the expectations made of you
Temptation but the tears of morning dew
Undress before the mirror and reveal
Victorious the inner child now kneels
Welcome home sweet consciousness of mine
Xmas such a beautiful loving time
Yuletide brings the need for all to meet
Zealously my new beginning I rush to greet.