Tag Archive | loss

Tis Naught But Tattered Cloth

Such an over-worn tattered cloth, edges frayed, many miles hard traveled stretched and straining to carry its burdens, keeping safe and protected precious things small rips and yellowed with stains it is weary, yet refuses to be unraveled .   Such an over-used tattered cloth, silent companion, doing its job as expected unfailing and uncomplaining […]

Remembrance of you

Beyond my touch, yet ever present you are right there in front of me, my mind plays tricks letting me see moments in time, as though they had not passed away, with you. Beyond my touch, yet ever present you are right there in front of me, I can hear you quietly walking along beside […]

At What Point…

] Wondering at what point it would matter Giving care and love over years, open hearted Meeting your needs, and planning for what is to come. Wondering at what point it would matter Giving time and effort over years, open hearted Helping and providing for you, praying for your success. Wondering at what point it […]

Losing Track

Losing track – floating tirelessly through caught as a tempest of wind spirals flying long away from where once begun. Losing track – lifting unexpectedly upwards held firm in forces beyond controlling twisted wildly around nearly comes undone. Losing track – soaring dangerously free trapped suddenly by forces unseen crumbling as buffeted against every obsticle. […]

Disappear

portrait painted with pigments permanent pencil lines placed precisely hardly perceptible under paint proof of persons once powerful presence posed and poignant pity how pigment fades, powder upon parchment, passing away. sketch scratched with shaky uneven stroke slicing slashes of charcoal scrawled on sullen surface showing strength and serenity through struggle and strife sad how […]

Loud as Silence

Funny, how loud silence is… quiet on the surface as a glassy pond smooth, cool and peaceful but look closer, constant motion revealed.   Funny how loud silence is… the sound of it roars in my ears the clock tick heartbeat each breath magnified, echoing coldly.   Funny how loud silence is… that single thought […]

Something…

Something – in the moment – eyes closed – thoughtful and there he was – clear and real as life not merely conjured memory but present.   Something – in the moment – eyes closed – thoughtful and there his eyes twinkled – as though gems not fleeting recollection of the mind but visible.   […]