As life rumbles on

A poem about grief

As one soul travels towards the light and slips through the gateways of death.

A new bright soul is born and draws in its’ very first breath.

The new-born is brought forth into the light of the day, one spirit will enter,

One will gently slip away.

A tired beating heart will at last stop working and one begins to beat,

A life beginning and one life is finally complete.

Some will weep with joy at the wonder of birth whilst others shed tears,

On the unyielding earth time doesn’t stop and the world still turns.

For them the mists of pain and sorrow will twirl.

 

Grief freezes up the springs of all our desires the pain is strong and deep,

The beautiful dawn holds no glory the glorious rich sunsets no fire.

We are stunned with bereavement we no more hear glad song,

Yet this is happening through all the day long.

Life must go on the world still turns the creator takes and the creator gives,

Our loved ones must sadly go but within us their memory still lives.

Our hearts they may be broken and our dearest soul has gone,

But time it stops for no man and our lives they must rumble on.

 

 

© Stanley Wilson 2014

Author's Note

been a while please be nice.

Reviews

[Leigh]

If it had been a while you were not rusty. I think you have laid out this difficult to deal with aspect of the human condition very well. Although this is a depressing subject there are some uplifting and positive lines in this, for example I like the opening four lines and the voyage of rebirth they cover.

[Stanley Wilson]

thanks appreciate it.

[Leigh]

Very welcome

[Akshay Rawal]

The overall theological process of rebirth is intriguing. Man brings all his shortcomings and all misfortune from the sins he has done in his past life, and all the luck from the previous life's good deeds. Urges us to be good for the sake of extended procurement of results for self. This principle gives us no reason to grieve over our beloved ones. But we need to express our distress, as our fanciful hearts never wanted to accept such crudeness that soon. But one has to fall before the beauty and the unstinting didacticism of these theological concepts. So cheer up, and keep writing.

[Stanley Wilson]

thanks for stopping by and your kind words

[A. H. Pinley]

Grief freezes up the springs of all our desires the pain is strong and deep. I feel this phrase can be more crisp. grief freezes up the springs of desire, pain strong and deep.
Overall, a solid write. Good work!

[ANTO]

This is clearly not a celebration of the cycle of life - the title and the tone and several phrases point towards a loss of lustre for the narrator in the miracle of life.
Now as I write this I see the tags for Grief and Family in the corner of my eye and I feel compelled to say I am sorry for your loss Stanley - I hope time has eased this pain for you.
Thank you for sharing.

[Stanley Wilson]

Thanks for reading and your thoughts :)

[Pryde Foltz]

Some will weep with joy at the wonder of birth whilst others shed tears,

On the unyielding earth time doesn’t stop and the world still turns.

For them the mists of pain and sorrow will twirl.

Really wonderful penning … love what you are doing with the internal rhymes.

[Stanley Wilson]

Thanks very much for reading appreciate your thoughts.

[John Jackson (El Juero)]

I have often contemplated this subject. You write about it practically, honestly, and lyrically. The feelings we Humans have are succinctly expressed here in this strong piece.
Bravo!

[Stanley Wilson]

thank you appreciate your kind review

[Adam Whitworth]

You have chosen a huge subject and I feel this meditation could be taken further. You have chosen to approach this particularly human theme in a perfectly impersonal and generalising tone and this gives the piece an unusual colouring.

[Stanley Wilson]

thanks adam appreciate your thoughts :)

[Mark]

A great theme. One I often ponder myself. Excellent write my friend it's good to read you.

[Stanley Wilson]

thanks mark penned that one during a nightshift

[Mark]

That time of day is often an active o e for my muse. :)