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 Sep 6 16, 11:36
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 Assyrian  Posts: 250 Joined: 1-November 15 Member No.: 5,282 Real Name: richard chase Writer of: Poetry Referred By:Rhapsody  |
(for a fellow poet who passed recently)
My grieving in itself contains lessons on your passing; I don’t pretend to know answers, only questions occupy me. Holy gestures do not signify an abiding end. Trying to fathom the distance you’ve gone, I’m sunk in depths undiminished by tingling aphorisms from aging poets’ breath and wisdom. Forever kneels in silence as you sing on the other side. I confess that, self- absorbed, carrying excess as a burden, I missed some of those breakthroughs when you offered words so alive with singularity that anyone who heard might have gasped and taken pause. |
  
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Sep 6 16, 14:37
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 Assyrian Posts: 256 Joined: 2-November 15 From: Croydon, Surrey Member No.: 5,284 Real Name: Antony Glaser Writer of: Poetry Referred By:Eira Rhaposdy |
Welcome back. A strong poem. Very much in the confessional style which makes this poem work through its tone and connection. Reminds me of Robert Lowell.
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Sep 19 16, 15:31
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 Ornate Oracle  Posts: 8,877 Joined: 27-August 04 From: Bariloche, Argentine Patagonia Member No.: 78 Real Name: Sylvia Evelyn Maclagan Writer of: Poetry & Prose Referred By:David Ting |
Hi Richard,
I find this very powerful. I'm sorry you lost a good friend. The last stanza sums it up. Poet, friend or family, one is always left with that feeling of not having listened, done or said enough. We realize when it's too late. And feel guilty, or perhaps not. No nits, Richard. It says it all. Tx for sharing, Syl 
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The Lord replied, my precious, precious child, I love you and I would never leave you. During your times of trial and suffering, when you see only one set of footprints, it was then that I carried you. "There is no life higher than the grasstops Or the hearts of sheep, and the wind Pours by like destiny, bending Everything in one direction." Sylvia Plath, Crossing the Water, Wuthering Heights. Nominate a poem for the InterBoard Poetry Competition by taking into careful consideration those poems you feel would best represent Mosaic Musings. For details, click into the IBPC nomination forum. Did that poem just captivate you? Nominate it for the Faery award today! If perfection of form allured your muse, propose the Crown Jewels award. For more information, click here! MM Award Winner              |
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Sep 19 16, 16:27
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 Mosaic Master Posts: 4,599 Joined: 4-August 03 From: Birmingham, England Member No.: 12 Real Name: Eira Needham Writer of: Poetry Referred By:Lori |
Hi Richard,
This is very moving and I'm sorry for your loss. A strong poem about grieving. We all seem to go through this stage of guilt that we didn't do enough. I can relate to this. It's great to read your work again. Thanks for sharing. Eira ······· ·······Live one day at a time -it's simpler that way.
Laugh loud & often - it's medicinal. Write from the heart - it's therapeutic. Beauty comes from within - the outer is just skin! Nominate a poem for the InterBoard Poetry Competition by taking into careful consideration those poems you feel would best represent Mosaic Musings. For details, click into the IBPC nomination forum. Did that poem just captivate you? Nominate it for the Faery award today! If perfection of form allured your muse, propose the Crown Jewels award. For more details, click here! MM Award Winner    |
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