Jul. 29, 2017


Sometimes we talk together
most often each one thinks apart
of her gone twelve years
a casualty of modern living

Her hennaed hair shoulder blade length
long strong dancers back
Sparkling eyes - a sometimes sharpened glare
the quick retort - the ever brightened brain

There was a rush of life about her
that stirred a storm on entry
or when a drive to new adventure
was thrust up in our faces

Of course there were parts of her
we never knew and had to wait till after
when friends would come and reminisce
would reveal both divilment and depth

Remembrances come as surprise
kicked off by unsuspecting trips
stop our breath - bring us to a halt
the stab as sharp as ever

Pain softens now sooner than before
allows another memory to surface
an ever fondness twinned with hurt
enables the moving on with life

Latest comments

25.11 | 22:15

Grief is experience through the mundane. Simple but powerful. The accompanying image really compliments the poem.

07.11 | 11:14

Hi Peter,

A great observation! Social media can be a scary place... I also need to reduce my time there



06.11 | 16:24

A great one, Peter, in the context you describe. I don't read social media myself, I doubt my equilibrium could stand it. 'The balance of his mind disturbed' yes, I think it would be.

06.11 | 15:59

Yes, gossip is a weapon of mass destruction.

In my business as well as personal life I have zero tolerance.

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