I scrawled your name in the Book of the Dead yesterday, All Souls Day, my sobs echoed far beyond the sunlit altar as the pine trees outside softly whispered sorrow, and stiff religious icons watched me with brooding eyes.
I wrote your beautiful name with an ordinary pen, a tool unworthy for such an important act. Ink fed spaces in my being filled with emptiness. I was alone with the black shadow of my sorrow.
Your name is now writ in the Book of the Dead making you no more dead than you already are, lying quietly beneath the sky and granite where no amount of rain nor weeping shall awaken you.
So I came to you and told you what I had done but you greeted me with a thick silence and your stone was cold to my embrace, for I know it matters not where your name lies
as long as it is etched in my heart for eternity, even that is not long enough for me to forget the pain of losing you and the joy of loving you. Your name cannot be erased from my heart, nor now, from the Book of the Dead.
So eloquently written, this poem of both tribute and grief. Every stanza called me to pause and wallow in your words - your words which describe my feelings... My tears are tears of mourning, yes, but also of gratitude that someone understands. This is an amazing and deeply felt piece, Blue. Thank you for sharing this.
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11 Years Ago
Thank you for understanding what I am feeling. It still feels very raw and yesterday was an emotiona.. read moreThank you for understanding what I am feeling. It still feels very raw and yesterday was an emotional day for me. Wallow is the perfect word when one tries to sort out feelings such as these. Thank you for such a beautiful and supportive comment.
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What a beautiful poem for your father Anne,
touches me deeply, you are so aware of your life,
and that your breath continues, when life stops ...
"So I came to you and told you what I had done
but you greeted me with a thick silence "
Never ever has a poem, made me feel as grounded
After reading your words... (strong wording).
You embrace him, in death, and are loving.
I didn't felt sad after reading this, that's the way
you brought this ode, and tribute, I feel he's just
as strong as he was, living through your personality... :)
Beautifully done my friend.
- Elisa x
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11 Years Ago
Elisa,
Thank you for such a beautiful review. You have touched my heart.
11 Years Ago
Anne, this was beautiful, no thanks... really well done, for your sweet father.
This is such a beautiful poem! I can tell through the enormus amount of passion in each stanza that you were extremely close to your father. Excellent job and thank you so much for sharing this. :)
Holy Moly! This poem was incredibly beautiful. I felt each and every word hit me as I read it off in my mind. I sounded like a sonnet was being played as I read on. Very touching and extremely moving. I hope whoever you had in mind when you wrote this is overwhelmed with joy from these words. Excellent!
this is beautifully written. The words are carefully and wonderfully weaved. All I can feel, as I was reading the piece, are truly fresh and real emotions. You've really poured your heart to this. Thank you for the great write :)
Your poetry is heartbreaking. I have a dear friend who will never "get over" the loss of her father. She is happy and well adjusted, but the empty part of her heart will never be filled in this life.
Blue, I believe in The Book of Life. Your father's name may in fact be written there even as we write. You may have eternity to be with your father rather than only be missing him for a fraction of eternity.
Not to diminish the depth of your sorrow, but I pray you will be reunited again.
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11 Years Ago
Me too David and thank you for your comforting words. They do make a difference.
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