Everybody is dying a little bit.
Everything is changing colour.
Yet, the mind refuses to stop grappling, to stop trying to process the unbelievable. A mind untrained in untimely endings.
Witty; gone morphine-muddled.
Desirable; gone swollen-gaunt.
Cynicism melted into teary vulnerability.
Sweet sadness, kissing this man, and carressing his dying hair.
Then the bright sunshine, where the earth's cracks ever widen, begging for rain.
11 comments:
Hey Joyce!
Sorry to hear about your bro. Been there, gone through the same, it's not easy. Enjoy the little breaks from thinking about it, it helps keep you going.
Keep us posted, been thinking about you guys lots.
Love & Prayers!
Oh, Joyce.
I don't know what to say.
My prayers are with you.
Thinking of you a lot today. This photo says a lot in its atmosphere and subtlety: i.e. what it doesn't show actually shows a lot. I get kind of a warm fuzzy from it, in spite of the poignancy and pain. Big hug.
thanks - yes, its suddenly everywhere isn't it? and harder, I'm sure, for your family with someone so much too young to be dying - a much more untimely end than my mother's.
A friend left a comment on my blog commenting on what a strange thing it is to go through - like a parallel universe - which is exactly what I've been feeling, and maybe you too?
Your poem is very painful and beautiful, and so true how the mind goes on working at it. And I've found myself writing poetry lately too.
my thoughts and prayers with all your family.
XX
i'm thinking about you.
love you.
Joyce, you have an amazing gift. Thank you for sharing it with us.
My thoughts are with you and yours.
really really praying for you
you make me see the important things in live
thanks
Continued prayers for you and your family. I'm just so sorry.
Joyce,
In the Western World we have kept Death at arm's length. We view it as a supernatural event. When it is close to home, which for me was a brother,father,grandparents and a few friends, we re-evaluate this person's life and look for the sum of its parts.
When we remember all of the moments that we have shared we try to figure out what it all means.
If you are lucky, as I have been, you are left with a wonderful tapestry of smiling faces, laughter and instances of intimacy that cannot be replicated.
These memories are what we need to draw strength upon while we make our way through this unfair, unpredictable life.
When we are hovering near the end of someone close to us, we feel helpless. Useless.
But I have come to understand this much.
That each stroke of the hair, each gentle word, and every grasp of a weakened hand contains the power of every laugh, tear and simple joy that you ever shared. It does not go unnoticed.
It hurts, but we keep moving forward.
We take living for granted nearly everyday until we are reminded, sometimes suddenly, other times not, how precious life is and how fragile we really are.
Be strong and keep giving.
It is afterall, exactly what you were designed to do.
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