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.
Posted 11 Years Ago
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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.
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.
You love(d) and therein lies the solace. I know I am quoting from my own poem but in them I find expression for the tremendously deep love of this poem. Brava.
This is the product of true grief, and more than that, true love. Very beautifully written. Your words in this poem need no adornment, for they are inclusive of everything in their simplicity. The repetition of the "Book of the Dead" lent this poem an echoing, haunting air. "not long enough for me to forget the pain of losing you and the joy of loving you", truly a line straight from the heart. Our loved ones do not die. They live on in us.
Posted 11 Years Ago
11 Years Ago
I do believe that as well, that those we love live on through us. Thank you for your thoughtful word.. read moreI do believe that as well, that those we love live on through us. Thank you for your thoughtful words and for reading this poem.
Your grief is still so fresh Anne...I can only imagine what it took to write this. The truth in your lines makes my heart ache. The last stanza in particular is wrenching. One of your most poignant and deeply moving writes.
Posted 11 Years Ago
11 Years Ago
It is so fresh Red and for me the rituals of it don't seem to help. Thank you for your thoughts and .. read moreIt is so fresh Red and for me the rituals of it don't seem to help. Thank you for your thoughts and support.
It is always so hard when someone we love passes...but it is an inevitable part of life.
One day, someone will be writing our names in that Book...
Posted 11 Years Ago
11 Years Ago
Inevitability doesn't seem to make it any less painful when it happens. I've had my mother die slowl.. read moreInevitability doesn't seem to make it any less painful when it happens. I've had my mother die slowly from cancer and my father die suddenly from a fall and no one way is any easier that I can tell you. Yes we will all be dust someday but only corporeally- as long as there is someone who loves and misses us we will live on with them. To be loved and remembered is to leave a part of yourself here on earth in a meaningful way.
11 Years Ago
My own Mom also died of cancer, and I lost my Dad to a heart attack. My son died a few years ago in.. read moreMy own Mom also died of cancer, and I lost my Dad to a heart attack. My son died a few years ago in a freak accident in the Arizona desert. So, I do know the horrible pain of losing a loved one, believe me.
My heart is with you...
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.
Posted 11 Years Ago
2 of 2 people found this review constructive.
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.
Had chills reading this, just seeing his photo is affecting. I'm sure this was a painfully aching write for you to pen, you own my tears in this moment Anne, for your loss and my own...I felt this one deeply.
Posted 11 Years Ago
11 Years Ago
Thank you Frieda for your unfailing support. It was difficult to write but I felt compelled to do so.. read moreThank you Frieda for your unfailing support. It was difficult to write but I felt compelled to do so, for me and for him.
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