…and the last thing I said
was I love you,
words; stilled in my mind
openly spoken in
tongues lips cannot form, nor
voice press out
bridled in storms of sentiment;
your memory walks around
inside me; scuffing its feet,
kicking stones into my soul. Then;
you cleft the skies in silver dust
cantering onto the dry land of
my mourning
with arms of wind and
fists of rain, you splash my face in
streaks of truth
clouds clap your name to the
thunderous rhythm of hooves
and I see you there;
tethered deep inside the
stable of my heart
immortal encamped
in the fording
of dream. Within this
solstice of silence
I am hoppled on the cantle of
yesterdays
unseated; I wander
off trail misplaced
lost in the calmed quiet of
the in-between
remembering,
recapturing,
cherishing,
…missing you.
~
Author notes
For "Dot." My teacher, my friend, my family... I speak to you still.
November 12, 1947 - September 1, 2008
For obvious reasons, it's taken a year for me to write this.
In a list
Please tell me how you feel
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the loss of a loved one is always a tragic occurrence in one's experience ... it appears that this person had great influence in your life and you've honored it well with this caring poem ...
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I know how her death affected you, my friend. And I understand that so often it takes a while to be able to express or try to express the multitude of emotions. But how beautifully and tender you did this.
I'm happy to see you here on AP again, Moon Lady and I hope to read more and more of your light and the musing of that big big heart of yours.
Much love to you, Mary-girl - don't stay away so long again. Big arms around you
~ Nicolette
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Brilliant
This was brilliant, plainly, I really loved it. Got chills as I felt evey emotion in this, it doesn't always happen, but you took me on a journey of my own...
Keep your pen flowing with ink that never fade
illusion
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Omg , That is truely amazing, God bless your Friend, this poem speaks for itself, Great great great .
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"your memory walks around
inside me; scuffing its feet,
kicking stones into my soul."
i love this part so much, and 'solstice of silence' and 'the stable of my soul' are other phrases i enjoyed so much too - thanks for this entry. i do want to let you know, that's it's unclear in the poem who has died - your horse or the lady you are with? the picture kind of throws me a bit...let me know if i'm wrong....
the ending is really poignant with you wandering off unseated...maybe it is about your horse, i am just unsure that this is a person or a horse, maybe it is a little of both because horses are like people...
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Very poignant in emotional visualization. Your use of words that tie to what was important in your teachers life ( ie: horeses) is nice to say the least.
"unseated; I wander
off trail misplaced
lost in the calmed quiet of
the in-between"
I like how you show your taking time to adjust to your loss by this verse in particular.
We all need healing time Understandable.
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Stunning in its depths, Sweetie. The last thing you said was truly what mattered most.
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Simply beautiful my friend, and well worth the wait. sighs
hugs
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"solstice of silence
I am hoppled on the cantle of
yesterdays"Really liked that stanza, and the rest as well.
All the best,
mj.
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