... Words shaped into poems and other stuff...
always hard when we lose someone...and with him or her bits and pieces of ourselves..but good when we can look back and realize we still see...more..
Thanks Claudia for your beautiful comment, and YES I can see so much more.BTW Still unable to get to commenting in your blog-- I'll try through FB if I cannot!
mmm...felt...the loss of someone...and them taking bits of us with them...each touch we give a bit of ourselves away...i like the smile in the end as well as you look back and still see the face...
mmm... my dear Brian... no concious reference to any bits here... real things,instead, which disappear and turn up because of him I can bet. :-)
love the first stanzas...they lead you on....and on...bkm
There's a sense of wandering, of searching, and some very musical language here Dulce. It's always good to be able to wink at the end.
I feel acceptance in this...a coming to terms.
And don't you know this Dulce?You are hereHe is theredifference being'there' is everywhereI love you wrote“Your time stopped at...”becauseEternity has no 'time'. Right?--grin!Poetry is music in wordsyour lyrics are heartfelt.ever since...12:12
Sad to lose someone...lose a part of ourselves.Sorry Dulce.
Beautiful and wistful and strong. Thanks.
12:12 and other numbers that repeat everywhere I look, many of them repeating. I love the metre of this piece.
This had me take pause, remembering some of those whose time stopped. Each left me in someway losing something, usually small.
This touched me deeply. My mother passed away a little over two months ago. I'm just beginning to smile. Thanks for this beautiful poem.
great seeing that you linked this up with dVerse...enjoyed the second read...and rgd. the commenting..sometimes wordpress is a diva..but no sweat...smiles
The detail of citing the exact time brought this poem to life right away. I feel the very subtle nuances of both loss and gratitude for having loved someone.
Beautiful - haunting
You captured that feeling of loss and being lost perfectly. Very nicely done.
So there is a guest, I see, taking and returning things so that you notice, grinning at your wink--since 12/12--a personal loss?--such a friendly and loving and a bit mischievous presence of love. Finely honed out of short syllables. Brilliant, as in full of Light.
Posted twiceHow nice!because I did wish to say, I also have a Peep-relative who passed into the next.She helps me at the oddest times, to find something lost. Or discover somethingI had, but had misplaced. The image you posted is awesome, inspiring!Thank you again!
I love the repetition of "ever since"...it really works! The accompanying image is fantastic!
I remember time stopping! It haunts, but there are moments united! Your poem is stunning and enchants the hope of feeling one's presence. I have sensed things from those who have gone ahead...Well Done
The first two stanzas: shatteringly beautiful. I shall emeber them for a long time to come.
The opening lines got me....I think time stops in our minds ~
You have captured the disorientation of loss very well indeed. Thank you for sharing on Real Toads.
From the first 'ever since' through the final line, I felt the pain, the loss. It was 10:40 for my mother. Lovely writing.
Loss is so painful...but that smile is hope
i'm sorry for your loss. hope you can smooth out your life soon.bonus track
Grief is so hard; and there are so many memories. We have to remember them though, and that smile. But we can't help but remember the stopping of time as well. I empathize with your write.
THANKS for reading and taking the time to give some feedback! D.