Blinddream

One Tree Short Of A Forest

Blinddream

Blinddream
Location
Mississippi, United States of America
Birthday
February 08
Title
An Ordinary Soul
Company
if they leave early
Bio
"Under the circumstances... are more circumstances." Born and raised in Wisconsin...23 years in Upstate New York and retired in Mississippi. Viet Nam 69-70 44th Scout Dog Platoon 25th Division Printer of magazines for 30 years. Published Poet. All pieces posted are original works of mine therefore copywritten. These pieces are soley for the reader's enjoyment and cannot be reproduced without the author's consent.

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APRIL 25, 2012 7:01AM

An Empty Hole

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An Empty Hole

How blue the day
when departures change life’s stage;
actors for a time
within the fishbowl of our lives,
when suddenly their part is cut
and that which remains
is but an empty hole.

We long for them
until the longing moves us
further through time
and away from the pain of loss.

So it shall be
as it always has
when the time comes for us
to speak our final line
and we are mourned
for a length of time.

Each hole never fills
and we visit the edge
but there’s living to do;
there’s still living to do.

Blinddream 04/2012

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Yes, how blue the day. This is the thread I am on, too, Dream..that of loss by Death, the process, and if not where I fit in it, at least making a portal to re-emerge. Lovely piece, deeply felt. R.
The Songbird
April 25, 2012 07:08 AM
Indeed - there is still so much living to do. R
Michelle Coulter
April 25, 2012 07:36 AM
Death only separates us from those we love for a short while. It is life that can separate us from those we love forever.
Texas Means Friends
April 25, 2012 08:16 AM
It's so hard to understand...somebody seems everywhere in our thoughts and nowhere to be found at first.
clay ball
April 25, 2012 09:39 AM
Seems life's a process of passing through holes from conception to completion. The aperture and shutter. [r]
Inverted Interrobang
April 25, 2012 09:48 AM
and we visit the edge
but there’s living to do;

Brave words. I hope I can live up to them. A very inspirational, moving work, man.
R+
ASH ...
April 25, 2012 02:15 PM
I feel this as well and so I mulch and the circle continues.
tg within
April 25, 2012 03:16 PM
thanks all...I'm digging myself out of the grieving process through magic of word structures. That I write something a few can identify with tells me I'm alright. ;)
Blinddream
April 25, 2012 04:31 PM
I feel your blues, Blinddream.
Erica K
April 25, 2012 04:51 PM
There is still living to do, but each time we visit the edge our wisdom grows - at least I hope so. R
Rita Bourland
April 25, 2012 09:37 PM