what…

did you think

as the world spiralled by

in colours you couldn’t wear

and memories you couldn’t make?

why

did I think

that you would live forever?

And we could drop from the swirl

tomorrow at your door,

reminiscing autumned haze

we never shared.

 

The quietest breeze passed

before we could uncoil a sigh.

Your brilliant paintbox

mourned all the more

for the world’s unknowing.

(In honour of one of our church members who was a remarkable man. He was a quadriplegic who died suddenly today. I am truly saddened for not taking the time to know him better.)

10 thoughts on “what…

    • Stephen, thank you so much. I really appreciate that. I was completely caught off guard at how sad I am. I was planning to visit him the day after he arrived back in town by ambulance (he had been in the city) but he died that morning and I was devastated I hadn’t seen him, as it had been way too long. He had a brilliant mind, and out of all the shutins my husband visited regularly, he enjoyed conversing with him the most. Brilliant mind. Lovely person. It’s a huge loss for everyone. And thank you for commenting, I didn’t realise I needed to vent like this ❤

      Liked by 1 person

  1. Pingback: Song of the Week – “Somewhere” by Missy Higgins and a Reflection | sailorpoet

hi. friendly banter is always welcome.

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.