RE: My mom is dying, going to need an ear.
March 7, 2017 at 8:21 pm
(This post was last modified: March 7, 2017 at 8:48 pm by Rhondazvous.)
Brian, I hope this poem will speak to you. My father passed three years ago and there are still moments when I just have to stop and ... I don't know. There's joy and pain all a part of the human experience, can't really fully feel one without fully feeling the other.
The Dash
On rolling hills inside an iron fence
That gives a sense of closure to the lives
Now lived and settled all the nevers sealed
In stone. Apostrophes for people that
Meant something, gave a lot and suffered all
A crinkled rose, its petals blown by wind
Its stem a root now deep in earth, in stone
Which beaten by the rain and wind retains
Its dates of birth and death a finished chord
These numbers frame a dash now worn but clear
And thick with love adorned by unseen acts
The roses tell the story of a life
A stranger calculates the stone etched years
The dash between is dear to fallen tears
The Dash
On rolling hills inside an iron fence
That gives a sense of closure to the lives
Now lived and settled all the nevers sealed
In stone. Apostrophes for people that
Meant something, gave a lot and suffered all
A crinkled rose, its petals blown by wind
Its stem a root now deep in earth, in stone
Which beaten by the rain and wind retains
Its dates of birth and death a finished chord
These numbers frame a dash now worn but clear
And thick with love adorned by unseen acts
The roses tell the story of a life
A stranger calculates the stone etched years
The dash between is dear to fallen tears
The god who allows children to be raped out of respect for the free will choice of the rapist, but punishes gay men for engaging in mutually consensual sex couldn't possibly be responsible for an intelligently designed universe.
I may defend your right to free speech, but i won't help you pass out flyers.
Those who can make you believe absurdities, can make you commit atrocities.
--Voltaire
Nietzsche isn't dead. How do I know he lives? He lives in my mind.
I may defend your right to free speech, but i won't help you pass out flyers.
Those who can make you believe absurdities, can make you commit atrocities.
--Voltaire
Nietzsche isn't dead. How do I know he lives? He lives in my mind.