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Monday's mourn and the snow chills outside

 

 

 


Woken to a whiteness
of skin, windows and a sash
of solid thumping; heartbeats lessen
to the sound of her passing.


Has the earth gone mad, for taking/not giving?


Why, the roughness of my hands
brushing a cheek, will I think
of her pale roses and silken eyes
and how winter's end sprang forwards
then filled us with empty.


I will wear pink on Thursday; she requested it,
her last wish,


but til then
Monday becomes
just another day with a Y in it.

 

 

 

 



 

 

 




 

 

 

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  • Wandika gold member
    March 25, 2008
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    Nicely done Gil

    Take care.

    Jim


  • DogFish silver member
    March 24, 2008
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    The "Book of Days" has taken a definite mournful turn.


  • kvwriter silver member
    March 24, 2008

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    Congrats on silver, Gil! This was a pleasure to read. Left me questioning after myself, "Did I do this? Was I there enough? Did I listen as much as I should have?" and then the shift, almost sudden, to the time to bid farewell one last time, but until then . . .

    Really had me thinking, Friend! But, you've always gotten me that way! Lol.

    Hope you've been doing well. And things are looking up for you!

    Love to you! Always,
    Kelly


  • tara wilson gold member
    March 24, 2008

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    I love this poem...moving & gentle..beautiful imagery of a sad monday..and when we respect people's final wishes, there is a sense of fulfilling their hopes & dreams..and thank goodness there are days to do this...we have days to look forward to do this for them & a cause...I like how you used this in your 'days' series.

    A beautiful poem...my mom had breast cancer...she survived...8 years now since..


    (the rules say no pictures..but no one ever seems to follow my rules..lol)


  • Danny Beatty gold member
    March 24, 2008

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    this is sad, sincere and sweet. I like your images and your use of words such as mourn ... melancholy memories and sad days with y's that will always be there for you

    thank you for this sincere and sweetly written poem

    Moqui

  • Yvette Champ gold member
    March 24, 2008

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    Dearest Poetess, I am aware of the weight of words and how gently you paint them on the page so that the love and light is there on this Monday mourning along with the " Y" which is ever present within the heart. A touching, tender tribute to the ache of the loss of your dear, dear friend, all of it's tendrils touched me,will be thinking of you on Thursday.


  • misselaineous
    March 24, 2008
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  • Suzanne Dia
    March 24, 2008

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    Just another day with a Y and yet another beautiful piece of your life, Gilly. You make every moment so special. I hope I can do that as well, for you, for my family and friends, and for myself too.




    • NurseChilly gold member
      March 24, 2008
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      have i told you, how much i love you my girl... i cannot wait till we meet up and share some mud.. and ponder life

      i know you'll be there on thursday...

  • Rowan gold member
    March 24, 2008

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    I just can't think of anything to say. So sad, hon.
    First stanza said it all for me. Beautiful work.


  • Naridill
    March 24, 2008

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    Voices of many always combine through needed strength. This is an offer of beauty, written with sadness but memories.


  • IronIcecream
    March 24, 2008

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    they say live
    like every day would be your last
    but every day is just a why
    no answer given as a gift





    • NurseChilly gold member
      March 24, 2008
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      yes, Alex.... you are right, the gifts come in the quietude

      thank you

      Gilly.x


  • layla.
    March 24, 2008
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    hmmm i know this feeling so well. wish this disappears soon[for all of us].


  • Nicolette gold member
    March 24, 2008

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    So soft and gentle the sighs you've written here, the big Y of cancer, of breast cancer... this poem whispers as softly as the pink ribbons you write about - and all it stands for and represents.

    Yes, Mondays are blue...but the memories will stay with us..pink like sunset and dawn.

    Beautiful these words, this piece of life you've pressed here against this page. Will we ever understand....?



    ~ Nicolette


    • NurseChilly gold member
      March 24, 2008
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      I don't think we ever will Nicci... but I know Thursday is going to be both a hard day, yet a day to celebrate Kathy's beautiful life and all that she stood for and believed in....

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