Ruminations Over Morning CoffeeA Story by David O Whalen (O Haolin in Celtic)More of an exercise in writing then poetry The ones we truly loved are never truly gone…
Until they’re fully forgotten. They existed in in our corporeal world of Substance then: in our world of physicality And also of mortality. But now perhaps they’ve simply taken up Residence in a very real, yet very different world: The world of memories. The ones I loved are still close by me. Only now They dwell within my mind. No less alive Then they were before and perhaps Even more so now. To me at least, they’ve only traded One plane of existence for another One in which they’re always happy, And forever young (if you wish them to be) And are seen, felt, loved and live in my memory. So, the way I figure it is: They’re just as alive in my memory As they were before in life And they won’t take leave Until I can leave with them. Perhaps to take residence In another’s fond memories And if and when, we’re finally forgotten Then, and only then, do we truly take leave …and begone… © 2014 David O Whalen (O Haolin in Celtic)Author's Note
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Added on April 18, 2014 Last Updated on June 8, 2014 AuthorDavid O Whalen (O Haolin in Celtic)Las Vegas, NVAboutBorn in Kentucky, teen years in Loveland Ohio, old in age, young in mind, I'm not human, I don't believe in religion, love. faith or trust, I do believe in: lil' kids, ol' dogs, leprechauns, and water.. more..Writing
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