it rained the day you died
did you know?
teardrops on the glass
raindrops on our faces
i wanted to push your bed into the garden
cool refreshing gentle fall on your hot hot parched skin
sweet rain in your dry dry mouth
and then the sky cleared
and the sun set
A poetry blog started in a time of crisis, pain and loss (thats when the poetry flows!). Restarted now in the context of chronic disease. Life, eh?!
Friday, May 25, 2007
Thursday, May 17, 2007
she
no more difficult steps
no more tortuous excursions to the window, the toilet, the door
no more strong determined fragile tired tired smiles
her life has shrunk to this room
this bed
absorbed now in the process of each breath
she is so preoccupied with the business of dying
she is too busy for living
she
the primary she
my beginning and ending
no more tortuous excursions to the window, the toilet, the door
no more strong determined fragile tired tired smiles
her life has shrunk to this room
this bed
absorbed now in the process of each breath
she is so preoccupied with the business of dying
she is too busy for living
she
the primary she
my beginning and ending
waiting
like a Belsen survivor
life stripped away to the bare bones
gaunt, yellow, stretched
the hollow people stumbling out into life
blinking in the light
You will not return from wherever it is that you are
not into this life, this world
your eyes sealed, unseeing
what do you see? wherever you are?
what do you hear?
what do you know?
do you know our voices?
whispering murmurings love and loss chit and chat trivial exchanges crisp packet rustlings rememberings hello-farewells laughter and tears tea-drinking planning silences
do you know us?
you will not survive and see the sun again
in this world
so very very far from being who you are
still yourself
precious fragile tenuous
but you are not retrievable
life stripped away to the bare bones
gaunt, yellow, stretched
the hollow people stumbling out into life
blinking in the light
You will not return from wherever it is that you are
not into this life, this world
your eyes sealed, unseeing
what do you see? wherever you are?
what do you hear?
what do you know?
do you know our voices?
whispering murmurings love and loss chit and chat trivial exchanges crisp packet rustlings rememberings hello-farewells laughter and tears tea-drinking planning silences
do you know us?
you will not survive and see the sun again
in this world
so very very far from being who you are
still yourself
precious fragile tenuous
but you are not retrievable
Sunday, May 13, 2007
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