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there are no rule books to love ...
Nothing is certain.
Nothing is guaranteed.
Caught in the wind of disbelief.
there is no end to grief,
shape shifting
but always there
resting on the outskirts of
mind and heart,
sometimes burrowing,
deep, like a dagger,
back into the middle
of everything
leaving her motionless
in its reawakening.
Published 14th Feb 2016
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14th Feb 2016 9:39pm
...only the rule of impermanence...but that is the first rule of reality...great piece of ink jemac.
Cheers...Harry
Cheers...Harry
18th Feb 2016 6:07pm
Thank You Harry for the read and thoughtful comments ... greatly appreciated
Cheers .. JeJe
Cheers .. JeJe
Triggers can pull when you least expect it. Sometimes it's a song, a movie, or a poem. And what was yesterday becomes today all over again before we even knew.
Good write, Jemac. Thank you for sharing.
Good write, Jemac. Thank you for sharing.
18th Feb 2016 6:09pm
Thank you Ahavati for the read and sharing such thoughtful comments ... so true, the smallest things can trigger those emotions ... ox
15th Feb 2016 8:26am
18th Feb 2016 6:10pm
Thank You JohnFeddeler for the read and thoughtful comments ... always appreciated
15th Feb 2016 5:39pm
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16th Feb 2016 4:02am
The end of grief is found at the end of grieving….once the soul is happy...
I love how a lot of your work provokes thought....
Lovely Je.....xo
I love how a lot of your work provokes thought....
Lovely Je.....xo
18th Feb 2016 7:36pm
Thank You Rain for the read and thoughtful comments ... they mean so much ... always appreciated ...
Lovely Rain .... ox
Lovely Rain .... ox
17th Feb 2016 11:55am
Ahhh, jemac, luv ~ :-*
Such an insightful poem here you have birthed. What ineluctable truth resides within!
Oh! Luv, you write this and I can feel how tis within your marrow...as within mine. When my mother (who was as much a sister to me as ever I had) died, I was a junior in high school and you describe it precisely, that aftermath. For years. And, when my grandmother (who was like unto my mother) died this summer, again, oh, again and still. And still.
You write it, spilling precious pearls of encapsulated pain...resonating across the ether with near transcendent illumination, luv. :-*
I thank you for this from my inmost depths...
Such an insightful poem here you have birthed. What ineluctable truth resides within!
Oh! Luv, you write this and I can feel how tis within your marrow...as within mine. When my mother (who was as much a sister to me as ever I had) died, I was a junior in high school and you describe it precisely, that aftermath. For years. And, when my grandmother (who was like unto my mother) died this summer, again, oh, again and still. And still.
You write it, spilling precious pearls of encapsulated pain...resonating across the ether with near transcendent illumination, luv. :-*
I thank you for this from my inmost depths...
Thank You dear Savaja for the read and beautiful thoughtful comments ..... loss is such a difficult thing ... so grateful for having people in our lives who bring so much quality, richness, love and joy ... and then missing them so terribly for the same reasons ... such a hard balance ...
Thank You for sharing sweetheart ... sending love and peace ... ox
and for the addition to your RL, I am deeply humbled and honored
Thank You for sharing sweetheart ... sending love and peace ... ox
and for the addition to your RL, I am deeply humbled and honored
