Yesterday I mentioned that once upon a time I wrote snippets of poetry. That time coincided to when I met the man who would share my life, and some of the snippets I wrote are poignant to me now because they chronicle my first feelings for him. A private man, he would be appalled that I am writing about him, but I didn’t want his life to pass unnoticed by all but me. Though written long ago, this bit still fits him:
you give
(not lightly
the figments of this world
but)
your reality
and your radiance
(your soul)
March 31, 2010 at 4:58 pm
That is a beautiful poem, Pat.
I’m so sorry for your loss.
March 31, 2010 at 6:12 pm
A very beautiful poem of rememberance Pat…it is always wonderful to know that love in its purest form can exist even when most do not believe so…thanks for sharing thisl
March 31, 2010 at 7:24 pm
true expression. great poem
April 1, 2010 at 10:05 am
Sometimes poetry can express emotion in a way prose can’t. I went through a difficult time many years ago and I found my journaling very therapeutic. Most of the entries at that time were poems. This one of yours is both beautiful and meaningful.
April 1, 2010 at 11:12 am
Beautifully said, and saying it here honors his memory.
April 1, 2010 at 12:47 pm
I think where he is now has him feeling much different. He understands why you’re sharing him with us. His life meant a great deal to you. I’m feeling privileged, Pat. Thank you.
April 1, 2010 at 2:16 pm
Very nice poem.
I’m so sorry. I whish there was something I could do to help.
April 2, 2010 at 1:11 pm
Thank you for your comments. I am blessed to have such friends as you.