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A Daughter's Elegy
Contributed by
Spike
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Monday, 5th April 2004 @ 09:15:32 AM in AEST
Topic:
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Spirit Rising by Tyrone L. Hart
I held my father’s hand
As he slipped away from us,
Making his quiet departure along the
Corridors of gentle talk.
My mother, wailing and inconsolable,
Clung to me in an angry, desperate grip
And in my own grief I had to find
The strength to comfort others,
To be the stony pillar in a swell of loss
When all my reserves were gone.
How is it possible to cry
With your whole body?
Grief ripples through the flesh like a
Sound wave through glass,
Made fragile with spider veins of stress
But it holds. I hold.
And in our relieving grief,
In the midst of our frightened huddling
My father’s spirit,
As light and intangible as the breeze,
Kissed our hands and faces as he lifted
High above our sublunary wails,
To stretch thin and slip between the cracks of
Here to There,
On the journey all of us must take,
In our time.
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Spike
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Re: A Daughter's Elegy
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by Rakerman1999 on
Monday, 5th April 2004 @ 12:54:37 PM AEST
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Absolutely beautiful my friend. A very moving write.
Very , very well done
Larry
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Re: A Daughter's Elegy
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by AnGeL_M on
Friday, 9th April 2004 @ 05:09:43 AM AEST
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Very Good Write Although Sad...I Wished There Was Someone Here To Hold My Hand When I Die From Cancer That I Have..
The Only One Going To Be Holding My Hand When My Time Comes Is My Lord And Savior Jesus Christ.
********LoVe**AnGeL*********
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Re: A Daughter's Elegy
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by wray on
Monday, 17th January 2005 @ 10:27:38 AM AEST
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I too wrote a couple of poems about a friend whose father died from cancer: "Gone, This Love" and "Summer Rain" (which reads like a romantic love poem but wasn't originally intended that way). "Summer Rain" is better, it's a nature piece where every image is a metaphor for my friend's memory of her father (hopefully - I gave it to her to try and give her an idea of how she might hopefully be able to work past her grief).
I'm not saying all this to self-promote, but because your poem really touched me on a deep level. I haven't been witness to many tragic events but my friend's father's death really hit home to me how tragic life can be (tragic is the only word I can think of to describe the feeling) and your words brought it all back with such vivid clarity. I really admire your ability to put yourself in your friend's shoes and feel what she felt. This poem makes it sound so real that I'm wondering if you lost someone close to you in a similar way, or maybe you were close to the deceased?
The final stanza was a blessing I think, and so beautifully-written: "To stretch thin and slip between the cracks of Here to There". I think there's something about putting grief into poetry that contributes so well to easing the pain, tho I don't know why.
Anyways to cut a rambling comment short, great poem :) |
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