How can I say goodbye? How can I let you go? You have brought me comfort When I needed it most. Though I can never thank you Your legacy will live on Though you have gone away. I cannot help missing you I cannot stop the pain I feel Your voice still calls...
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Lonely Reverie
Alone in the woods seeking solaceI walk alone by crystal stream, Beneath a canopy of green, In hopes that I can find a place, To gaze up at the sky and dream. Can my heart find solace there Within the realm of Nature fair, Where Peace is found in such sweet space, So far from any human c...
The Healer's Spirit
On a quest to free her mother’s spirit from a wicked pact, Tana faces a final confrontation with her past.The Princess’ Grief Princess Artanna of Tan Kolar watched her mother sink to the ground and lie still. Litanus, the acolyte of her father who had done the deed, released the garotte from around the woman’s neck. He knelt and confirmed that she was dead. T...
His simple question rocked her; hurt bubbling to the surface and etching itself on her face. Paul was alarmed he had spoilt their growing rapport. “I’m sorry, Sara. I didn’t mean to pry. Let’s talk about something else.” “No. It’s not your fault,” Sara re...
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To Purge
With grief comes trauma and then the purgeShock rushes through your very bones To rise and fall like waves of a restless sea Plunging your heart deep into the cavity of an abyss Where all those go – that are amiss You succumb to feeling numb The present now out of place No trace No hint...
The Miami sun is a friend of mine. Dappling off the pool's surface in the early morning, the sun creates playful, refracted, writhing patterns on the surface. The rippling patterns shifting in size and shape bring me a little joy. I wait quietly, knowingl...
Anonymous
“Letters” I wrote you a love letter.But it burned before you could read it.There, in the warmth of the sunThat was in your eyesWhen you told me you loved me. I wrote you a love letter.But pieces were stolen in the windWhich kicked up to blow downThe bri...
Something of Value
Young man has first encounter with human lossIt was a slow melancholy song in Harry Turner’s head. Uncle Joe was dying. A sad refrain that reminded Harry of the man he knew. He was a man full of good humour, activity, kindness and love for his family. Now he was dying. The dirge plagued Harry’s mind...
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In any relationship with another Should we seek to know the unvarnished truth; And if we did what would be the effect, On our feelings, even for a brother? Would the surface of our lives still be smooth Or would the disclosure of each defect In their char...
My Waterman Roller Ball
A man's tools reflect his lifeSometimes one hesitates to tell a personal story because it exposes the authenticity of a person. If you’re a member of my family, or a colleague of mine, you’ve heard me tell parts of this story in person. You’ll know my secret identity when you read thi...
Caitlin's Time - The Beginning
From tragedy comes hope reborn, and Caitlin makes powerful friendsGordon Curzon was a veteran of many fierce commercial negotiations and boardroom battles. He was at ease with heads of state, and finance ministers, and held in very high esteem by corporate bankers and lawyers. He was a decisive and confidant man. He...
Under a Crepuscular Sky
A man angrily greives for what was taken from himA semi-circular moon in a crepuscular sky. Indigo hues of a day that passed by. I grieve at the tomb of my goddess on high, And I shake my fist at this crepuscular sky. A portentous night, cumulonimbus clouds, Her body cocooned in funereal shroud, Her l...
The One Still Here
She's the one who has to grieve"I just don't want to talk to anybody." Softly, gently. "Not even you." He tried to hold her but felt the reluctance in her body. He has struggled so hard to understand. He has got to understand her feelings as well as his own. His struggle differs from h...
Loss
Be joyful, for I am with you.They must be singing, songs of glory their sister has come home, I am assured the angels welcomed you home Streets of gold, beneath your once weary feet voice raised in infinite songs of praise I have no doubt; you are dancing Your sweet smiling face,look...
For a Friend I'll Never Meet
Alan W. Jankowski, 1961-2017You always did like surprise endings,A twist no one could see coming,And that last one of yours was a doozy.Days later, we're still reeling,Not from the shock, which dissipates,But from a grief that lingers.You probably never knewThe regard people held yo...