15th February 1997 to 15 February 2014

a nostalgia piece

Winter casts remains - in February's chill

A shiver - tremors of dad's leaving

Assumpta est -bathing his final delirium

Trapped reminiscent in a Palestrina motet

All the moulding and the holding

His life of a certainty lived 

A freedom captive in everyday duty

A world open - his world closes

At my looking and my asking 

Our lives celebrant in this passage

Inspiration - my pencil - his final mask

Now - to each his own - breath

'Johnny' ' Johnny ' abrupt the cliche critiques

A pictured field - real or lost 

A drama - plays ownership - whose possession?

A call for a final survival

'I will see you tomorrow - goodbye.'

A kiss - soon - his dead hand

Death warm - my words - unheard - unshared

In tomorrow with his forever presence

Reviews

[Cryingkate]

No I couldn't understand the details and circumstance. seems most of your writes are written almost in code.
Like you want to share and release some of the deep pain your heart is bearing all alone.
Yet the pain is so much that you can barely speak it. So you must do by being obscure only half or partly telling.
However there are strong hints left, Enough breadcrumbs to 99 % take a good guess.
for what it's worth. I know you have the eyes to see and understand, but the heart works differently it still only understands the emotions or good or bad.. There's no middle with the heart.Only the mind can rationalize it.
I think you will be just fine and will overcome the hearts sorrows and you will find understanding that the heart can accept.
Keep writing my friend.............. Write till the colors run dry then sketch some more :-)

[Michael Oliver]

I think this is about the style I am developing - based on my drawing style of only making a mark of what I can see = tis commemorates the death of my father some 17 years ago As with all things I make it is the mood not the superficial detail I seek to explain and convey The new life dawned years ago - this is more a contemplation

[Cryingkate]

Well it's working... I definitely feel the likeness of brush strokes and I do feel strong rhythmic tides. Somehow you have captured the Harmonic Spheres and transposed the music into poetry.
What a wonderful expression.
Thank you for the extra tour it helped. I offer my condolences even if it was 17 yrs ago.