Too many days have Passed
I should admit that she is gone.
I suppose in time to come
there will be many
who will dance upon her grave.
And filed away under lost,
broken flowers, both of us.
the hardest thing we have to do
is letting go.
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Written July 25th, 2003
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I remember this poem ...
and did not comment? Strange me.
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Letting go is the hardest thing in the world. Some pretend to do it better than others. The diction in the poem shoews the speaks reflective attidude towards the situation. You see the speaker trying to move forward. I really love the poem.
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Wow.
What a simply beautiful piece filled to the utmost top with emotion.
Wow.
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Never easy letting go. I feel haunted some days. Like a ghost watches but ignores me at the same time. Wouldn't dare exorcise him, though. He is part of me. Always was and always will be.
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this is true. well written. nice sharing of emotions.
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Death is never easy, but I am sure that by writing you will fully be able to process through it with clarity
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interesting
We all have suffered lost rather its thru death or just someone leaving us for the great good(theirs or ours). The point is it effects us and a small piece of us dies too. It how we deal with it that matters most do we die and become the living dead? Its the lessons we learn from that person situation that make us great and hold a little piece of them. Very good
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this poem reminds me of my grandmother who just passed.
sad and poignant.
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Nice job...sometimes letting go is the hardest thing we ever have to do. Great job xpressing that.
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the memories that we have keep them alive within us!
I'm sorry that you have lost someone you have cared for.
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Awwwww this is really sweet and sad
!! i am sorry. Great poem of yours! I enjoyed reading this and I found it really interesting. It's very good. Very well described. I like this piece of work.. Keep up the great work and thank you for sharing this with us I want to see more.
Take Care,
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Honestly a sad and touching poem, we all know the feeling of loss. It's there and it follows us. But I do invite you to read my short story on death, 'In Aidan's Eyes'. It is a take on death and loss in a different light that you might enjoy.
Great poem,
AliciA -
Letting go is always so hard. Even things we know we have to let go of, it is still difficult to let them fade.
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Graves lay open just for this occasion, maybe the ones who are alive will come and see those who have died, or maybe those who have died may come to see those who are alive.
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I was reminded of Brian Patten's style when I read this, so already I like it, and as I admire your poetry too, I like it even more. I am not sure whether she is gone from you, and the emphasis on passed is just like leaving is a little death, and the grave you mention will be her memory that will be despoiled by others who claim you as friend or as lover in the future... but I loved the last verse, so poignant, such pathos, broken flowers (I've used 'faded'in a recent one of mine) and yes, the hardest thing can be to let go.
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Great Somber Write!
Love abounds! Know that you have loved, and to lose is not the end of all things... Love replenishes itself, over and over again... This is a heartfelt write. Love is pain, and joy. You will love, and be loved once more! Excellent choice of words in this poem. "and filed under lost, broken flowers, both of us".
This visual is profound, and this is how I see lost love as well.
Thanks for reading "Jesus Is", and commenting.
I am compelled to tell of the goodness of God in my life. It is not my wish to force my God, or my beliefs on any human. You are best to believe what you believe. I do however, wish that you could understand, and know the God I serve... I pray I serve mankind in the same fashion. I make no excuse nor reasoning for how and what I believe. My God is goodness although I believe it was He who created evil, He created all things.
Had I been left to my own hand, I would not be sitting here at this PC today. My mission was to self destruct, because I learned early to despise myself because of circumstances that I had no control of. It has been a long hard journey for me, and if God was not in my life, I would have no life. These are my experiences, I merely share them, I do not expect anyone else to partake, unless it is of their own choosing. I love everyone, and I mean that literally. It's just my nature, that type of behavior, and mindset has caused me great pain in the past but it continues, because that is who I am. I have kinships with non-believers, my faith alerts my spirit to behave this way, and does not allow me to judge. Good and evil will always be at odds, this is a simple fact of life. My good may not be yours and visa
versa.
To conclude...I have a solid foundation in my faith, and I can't imagine that ever changing because I know my God is always there, not because of me. I am a mere speck in the scheme of this vast universe, and when two human souls meet, and relate that is not by chance. I am glad to know you, and we can with ease, agree to disagree...
Much Love,
Renee
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yes, I know.
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This is beautiful Lute. Letting go of spirit, letting go of mind, letting go of heart and history, but holding on inside. -
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Gone physically yes, but not in spirit. Always with you, always a part of you, always everywhere, remember that. Beautiful poem!
Keep Feelin' Fascination,
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This, I understood. "Broken flowers, both of us," wonderful line. Also, as you so aptly pointed out, letting go is the hardest thing to do, be it death by end of life or by end of love. The flow was very smooth, also. ~~~ Val
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I'm sorry for your loss. You must have loved her very much. This is a beautiful poem and you should keep up the good work.
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