Tag: grief
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Out on a limb
In autumn leaves rustlingI remember the gloryOf dancing out on a limbThe sway of the branchAs the winds of lifeDetermined where i would fall In autumn leaves shiningI remember the colourOf being held by youAs out on a limb i waitedFor your heartto catch me as i fell In autumn leaves floatingI remember the sightOf…
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Weathering the Years
Looking through some old words for something to post, and reading this one triggered some new ones ******************************************************* The weather won’t let me forget you the seasons bring reminders the quality of light or a perfume on the air trigger memories of times gone by and I am almost back there ©ceenoa The…
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15
I counted all the years of we then all the years of widow and my world had tilted the balance shifted and so I cried. © ceenoa
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Bones and Scars
the fierce missing shatters my bones the gravity of grief unraveling exposing my marrow stripping off layers. and I have to regrow again the skin and sinew of “now” that holds me together. © ceenoa you cannot see my scars, the silver lines that cover me, head to toe, heart to soul, completely wrapped. an irredescent…
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I had a dream – again. (Repost: A Dream and a Wish)
It happened again last night, it must be this time of year, that prompts a rummage through my unconscious, and in amongst the rubble, finding a flicker of a thought, pounces, and drags it forth, to present, like a cats favour lying at my door, sadly unwelcome but understood. © ceenoa The original post below, which prompted…
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14 years
When Autumn blows, when Winter snows, when Summer slows, when Spring plants grow, I remember you. You were my seasons, and I was content, to let you be my reason, for taking the next breath. Years have turned, some dreams have burned, and I have learned, some memories do not return. Each tiny part that…
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Emotography – Week 26/2016
Rara ~ 2006 – 2016 Grief no orange cat walking shadowing me no orange cat stalking through silver birch trees no orange cat sitting waiting for tea no orange cat purring affectionately the grass will grow tall under the trees earth being nourished by all that you were marked by stone softly laid to farewell…
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Flash Flood
Like a flash flood in the desert, I feel the oncoming rumble in my bones, before the groundswell hits. Engulfed, I struggle to breathe, not knowing which way is up or down, tumbling with the fierce tide pounding me. An eternity, in a moment of white noise, trying to ride the wave until it dissipates,…
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12 Years
there was something in the look in our photo and I cannot recapture it the memory of the shape is gone and I am lost a glorious technicolour film in surround sound reduced to a screen play stark black and white words on paper It does not come close to explaining they way I feel…
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