Until loss has lost its woe,
likewise its urge to discuss--
Unseen by others not yet hurt.
Like a shadow where we go
it remains always part of us.
A bond with others, yet covert--
Like a shadow when we go
it remains always part of us,
a bond with others, tho covert.
Blithely the protected show
no awareness of the albatross
awaiting all not yet alert.
May 2009, ©Terry Gibson
Do you see old people as stereotypes?
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my friend I know first hand what it is to lose someone that you have loved and lost.
it's an ugly scar that one carries within the heart.
I lost my fiance at 19 due to a car accident.
so this hits hard within this heart of mine.
keep penning on one stroke at a time!
Bill
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Hi Bill! My first try was all garbled I bet!
As the one below, both were written under my other name and I know it messed it up! I can't even remember what I said!
I understand. Darkness follows even on sunny days, not YOUR days anymore. If ever. Food has little flavour, songs you loved just jangle, and sorrow walks with you wherever you go. Big hug,
from "Aunt Terry"
I am so glad you found this poem!
Terry
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You cover so much in so few lines. Outstanding insight and (clearly) experience.
loss...unseen by others not yet hurt...like a shadow... always part of us...a bond...covert. Excellent use of repetition. Outstanding allusion, "albatross awaiting all not yet alert."
This is a touching and skillfully woven piece that fits my experience of loss to a 't'. Especially the "covert"--it was like an initiation into a secret society you never suspected existed, suddenly to have kind hands and hearts step forward to attempt to comfort and encourage, who had previously been there.
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While logged in as DeeCrepit I replied, but the software ate it!
What did I say? First I apologize for not finding yours sooner!
How fortunate that you have friends and acquaintances who truly understand! It really helps! The pain is universal when you live long enough. It may be all that keeps people who live in war-torn countries functioning!
If we ever have a theme where this will fit, I hope I will remember where it is!
Thank you.
Terry
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Hood-Wink!
Oh my - I feel rather silly at my age to say that this has a profound effect on me and makes me think of my son whom I lost shortly after giving birth; loss is a shadow carried daily and I believe in your lines of " ... a bond with others, tho covert."
Few understand the experience and can't imagine - gorgeous write
♥
Stay safe
~Manda
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Thank you for the empathy you feel, to be as one with all who have also known such loss. It is something that only experience can give.
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Such precise, meaningful language and interesting rhymre form.
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This is so very true. Enjoyed this write.
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Of course!!!
If i were old -which at 68 I am not- I should certainly be stereotypical. And very many are, the cracked voice, the limbs which have thrown in the sponge, the photos of grand-children. Just occasionally, someone defies logic and nature: last year, I bumped into a guy who was just younger than me, but was still playing cricket, and 5-a-side football. GRRR!!!
As to loss, not everyone likes to talk, but many do, and some do at times, but not at others. It is difficult for others to know how to react.
I was asked, on the day of my wife's funeral, if I had decided what to do about the house? Six weeks later, someone asked whether I had found someone yet? But they meant well.
Ah yes, the poem. Should not the full-stop at the end of line 3 be a comma? Some lovely lines, born of experience.
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somestime I repeat just to maker sure the reader knows what has transpired
before proceding foward -
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Hitting them over the head with it.
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Assuming very short memory, right?
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in case the story wasn't clear on the first run
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Grief lays a veil over joy. I have seen it too, that people who have not deeply grieved have no idea about it. I like your reference to the ancient mariner, one of your favourites, I recall. Your abcabc sestets are a pleasure to read, and the repetition was not at all obvious.
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Dear Terry,
I shall not attempt, as I did before, to emulate the rhyming of this one (because I have to memorise several pages of masonic ritual by Monday which will occupy my brain-cells for the next few days) and your "albatross" would probably have me stymied anyway.
I may, at some future time, return to try an emulation using your abcdefdefabc end-word pattern so that the albatross will not be hung around my neck.
High commendations for your double sestet and for the meaningful message of it.
Applause, love and hugs, XXX Hugh.
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Thank you, Terry, this so perfectly describes the situation. Lovely meter and rhymes as well. Lita
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