Ten years

In this about someone who died?

Well, it’s a good poem about change…

Dave

Thanks! Yes, it’s a poem about loss…

Apparently ten years is when whatever is supposed to take effect, takes effect :confused: and that’s all I know/have been told - a change that I have no control over.

The purpose of life is to live…

Mary K

I was watching the wind blow through
your hair
When I knew I loved you
And a thousand moments since,
I miss your touch
And now my poem is the only way
I see you
And it’s not enough

1982

…very poignant!

Nothing changes this ‘Ten Year’ issue I now have, thanks for sharing though!

Ahh, distant sister from across the sea, apparently we share certain memories.

It’s hard to tell the dead that you love them -

But then again…

When I die

Will you miss me when I die?
When the earth and the grass cover me over;
when the sun and the moon take turns
proving me no more?

Never cry,
Don’t mourn.
I am the Robin and the worm,
The Heron and the fish.
The earth that covers me,
is nothing less than me,
and the stars, just my soul,
reflecting life
in the dark night sky.

Life shares more than one flesh,
and like moss,
I grow on
the nearest stone.
Shaded, by the trees,
I reach across
time.
I am one with the rain,
and need no tears.

Dave

Happy New Year!

Dave

Thanks

Happy New Year

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…and so the abstraction continued: until days became weeks,
and weeks became months, and months became years: until a decade was reached,
and the ten years they spoke of was now a reality!

I came to understand that their non-chalance about it
was due to the ten years having no effect upon their being, but on mine alone,
and on those who shared a similar dilemma to the one that presented itself to me.

So what does this ten year mark end with?

…that’s what I want to know, too!

A turning-point, apparently! :unamused:

I will post more ramblings as they evolve: which will make things clearer…

Everything is overwhelming right now…

i couldn’t hope but crack a laugh when i finished this stanza…

I guess i wonder… How things would be… If you were here… A fam-il-ee

10 years they said… 10 years? I see you, and raise you double…

And guilt I feel for closing on this elegy on loss, some say never look back with regret, par example, the half century that only now to mind,
Coming you to unvail the pretence of presence birthright made inglorious by this waning moon,

It is not simply singularly focused, nor manyform to touch for then,

Young we were and a recourse would manifest on a shadow of blur,

At once satisfying defense that both have lost, that the future then was already apparently prefigured.

So I double down, and then double again, from an impoverished .minimum, the least of which is that:
the threshold of a curious whom-to the only opportune payback , is its reflexive possibility: the awe generating the greatful humility: in the face off.

Irreversible occurrences…
:crying-yellow:

With some professionally-suitable CBT/physio program, to help me cope with and ultimately accept my chronic illness, I have ceased grieving for the old me… and with it, the past.

My little buddy will always be in my heart, but not necessarily my mind.

For me heart and mind are unluck have it, are irrevocably interconnected and sometimes even change polarity.
Tried CBT and it does help periodically.

Edited:

Ten years is nothing for mourning.
I’ve learned that too.
Twenty years is something though, it is beginning to appear.

Thanks for the poem.

21 years… a defining moment in time.

I wish I could say something now.
You may now suspect that it’s binding time. One way or another. Its not a comfortable position to be in the middle.

For me 10 or 20 or more is no different. Can anyone face it. Does a thing like that can ever really be understood, for what it is.

That it was a mistake, no doubt, where from it came? Who would believe it, leaving , a wrong word, for which unreason ushered in a lifetime of regret.

The social cues should be obvious and I am determined from now to be much more alert about them.