Jul. 29, 2017
She appears most days,
in my thoughts and dreams, my imaginings
usually fine - sometimes a jolt
Fixed in age never changing
would be thirty-two - still twenty six
going on twenty-seven
A part disbelieves she was ever here,
out there - not returning - out there - never gone.
my heart collapses, I reach breaking point
Throat catches, chest heaves, eyes ache,
stopped in my tracks again -
a permanently disabling condition
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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
Hugs,
John.x
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.