at a bend in the slow flowing river, i sit atop a log downed by old age or illness i assume as i praise the skies for no screaming chainsaws the gray, dark morning all is silent as fall the first snows quiet, calm suspended in time cold but not bitterly comfortable and dressed for warmth may just pass the day this way our first fall without you true winter is coming long and blustery nights the trees will creak and pop with the cold long ago now the time you would tuck us in
This is one of your most elegiac poems, very much in the 'feel' of Frost. "...the gray, dark morning all is silent as fall.." Gorgeous wording. You paint such a clear picture of the natural surrounding and the melancholy absence of a beloved parents. This is one of your very best, B.
I wondered if you composed it from memory as you sit in your t-shirt,shorts and sandals. (That's my own preferred get up, but in northern California it's only 50 degrees. Every Saturday I march with INDIVISIBLE and yesterday it was freezing. BRRRR.
Oh, Nate B. This one has got the tears coming. Oof, those parts that bring the memories. The reminders of change. They keep coming....been 4 1/2 years my mom has been gone and the "mom moments" pop up out of nowhere. It took me a while to be glad for their arrival as at first, they would have me immobile for days. Sending you loads of hugs, my friend. Many blessings and MUCH LOVE, ~Wendy💜
Yes, many Mom moments and I'm sure they'll keep coming happy, sad, some humorous all endearing. Cheers to our mothers. Love and blessings to them, us, and our families as well 🥰
That is sublime.
Thank you, sir. Cheers
A sweet, honorable son you are Sir!
Thank you ;)
🥲 “our first fall without you
true winter is coming”
Sorry… the anniversary of my mom's passing was four days ago. I felt this line and her memory.
Bless her. My Ma went July 4. I continue spun out. Not real
This is one of your most elegiac poems, very much in the 'feel' of Frost. "...the gray, dark morning all is silent as fall.." Gorgeous wording. You paint such a clear picture of the natural surrounding and the melancholy absence of a beloved parents. This is one of your very best, B.
Thanks, Sandy. Somehow I transported there writing from 90 degrees and sunny, but actually flew there
I wondered if you composed it from memory as you sit in your t-shirt,shorts and sandals. (That's my own preferred get up, but in northern California it's only 50 degrees. Every Saturday I march with INDIVISIBLE and yesterday it was freezing. BRRRR.
Was transported there. I’m with you and all those against Tyranny
Thanks for reading, Borneo
A beautiful poem, B.
Thank you kindly
Sweet and tender longing
Thank you
You're welcome
She will be with you forever,
part of the grand design.
Amen 🙏
We always have sweet memories 🙏
Yes. Always
I looked up what you said, thanks though for coming back to explain.
Your post todsy was both brave and exceptional.
Thank you B, it means a lot. 🙏
sin duda
Hauntingly beautiful.
thank you, supremely
Feeling this melancholy and appreciation
Thanks. It’s a creeper
Yup, sure is.
;)
YES, marvelous
Yes, very beautiful!
Thanks, man. Salud
Oh, Nate B. This one has got the tears coming. Oof, those parts that bring the memories. The reminders of change. They keep coming....been 4 1/2 years my mom has been gone and the "mom moments" pop up out of nowhere. It took me a while to be glad for their arrival as at first, they would have me immobile for days. Sending you loads of hugs, my friend. Many blessings and MUCH LOVE, ~Wendy💜
Yes, many Mom moments and I'm sure they'll keep coming happy, sad, some humorous all endearing. Cheers to our mothers. Love and blessings to them, us, and our families as well 🥰