DocAndersen
From the window
to ground
then
off into the night.
Each blade of light
cutting the air around it.
Breathe.
The heartbeat slows
then
we feel the warmth
as the light fades.
Each blade spent
clattering to the floor
to the ground
to the air
to be no more.
Bouncing and filtering
dissipating and declining
always to fail never
to reach the stars.
We turn our heads
as the window shut
no longer shares its light.
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Question of
Do you find that the holidays sometimes makes you wistful?
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Yes
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No
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Question of
Is there a specific time of year that you struggle with memories?
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Yes
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No
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Question of
Do you remember those who came before?
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Yes
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No
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Yes, the holidays are very difficult as you know. Great poem you have shared.
Thanks Carol. I am of course, sorry for your losses as well.
Your poem has aroused my daydream.
This month, thirty years ago, my father was passed away. Often, on year-end holidays, I, we, remember the smile of my father who was very friendly even though he didn’t like to talk too much.
My deepest sympathies my friend. My two grandfathers, one passed away more than 46 years ago, and the other 22 years ago. Seems like they were and still are with me.
You have my deepest sympathies too, my friend.
Thank you, that means a lot! It has only been 4 years since my father passed. Sometimes I struggle with remembering things he did and said. Sometimes I can’t stop remembering.
Something great must be hard to forget, even to just put it in the bottom pile of the memory.
Sorry for the loss of your father Albert.
… Also sorry for your loss Doc.
Well done! Nice post!
What did you like about it Georgi?
Great poem! This time of year is tougher.. I miss the ones that are gone. This was my dads fav time of year.
THis was my Grandfather’s favorite time of year, my dad was more of a spring person (what can I plant this year?)
Hence your love for gardening. 😉 haha
Yes. Although, my grandfather used to take me with him as he was working during the summers I spent in Wisconsin. I don’t hate what he did. Just gardening…
A very beautiful photo, a transhuman atmosphere is felt.
It can be such a tough time of year. Important to remember those no longer with us.
Yes, so many memories and even stories and journals of those who came before. Strong ties in my life and many are melancholy.
It is so true, many are sad. I try to share pictures of my dad all the time and struggle. Thanks!