Maybe I can broker a deal with the angels..
Elegiac offering versed
rien n'est éternel
I promise to behave~
If the heavens ever
Decide to take me.
In the purple stillness,
I douse my fevered mind with bloodroot
And come back to myself
To breathe the haze of emerald hues.
I cry with my eyes
But without tears
That’s how broken heartstrings feel
Like the song inside the soul of a bird in winter ..
When a butterfly dreams of flowers
In an autumn wind
Filled with violins
Kind of blue—
The sound of jazz
vie est brève
For that brief moment
When the light went out
Of your eyes—
Even the day felt lonely.
You write this grief so beautifully…again, I’m so sorry, dear heart ❤ Besides praying, what can I do/say to help?
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I have you here and that is a comforting thought.
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Yes, I am here–and I’m sorry I’ve been out of touch when you most needed me.
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It’s okay sweetie. I hope you are well too. I missed seeing you here but I been so caught up.
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I imagine you’ve been very busy with things which must attend a loss…and the grieving process. Do you have a large family?
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Beautiful.
I wish I could write like this…
I hope that nothing has brought or will bring you such sorrow.
And…thank you for this poem. It helps you get through. Or just wallow in self-pity, you know?
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I am fine. I just lost my beloved dad.
I am still grieving . It’s just been over a month.
Thank you for your wonderful thoughts but I am happy not to wallow in self pity.
Writing about my loss has just helped me get through the worst time in my life.
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Ecstatic sadness
Aesthetic experience
Cathartic grieving
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Therapeutic poetry
Thank you 🙏🏼
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Reblogged this on Ned Hamson's Second Line View of the News.
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Thank you 🙏🏼
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