Death comes for us all, we know this. Knowing and understanding, I am learning as I age, are two completely different beasts. We know, from birth we know, that eventually all things must pass, transform into something new. What we don’t understand, is the impact this passing will have when it finally reaches us. Frozen fingers under the backs of shirttails, an emptiness that consumes, a black hole in our lives. This poem, this Typewriter Series #3072, is about death, but beyond that, it’s about how when someone we truly treasure does leave us, something is left behind. Perhaps what is up to us, is to ensure that when it’s our turn to start again, we leave behind something that comforts while it aches, that soothes though it stings. To carve our a life like names in cement that leave those who knew us better for the knowing.
This is beautiful. Your words brought me to tears. I've been thinking a lot lately about how we are all only here for such a short time, and while we are here we should make the absolute most of it. We should love as much as we can and give the goodness that is in our hearts to as many people as we can. This definitely reflects all that goodness that is left behind once we are gone, all the love we leave for people to keep the light in the world. Thank you for this ❤
"Some scratch deeper so we never forget their names." I love this line. I think we all hope to scratch these lines so that others hold us in their thoughts. And while we are still here, we should make a regular effort to read the lines of those who came before us, to smile at memories with those loved ones, and spread the light they gave us.
You're so right Tyler the telling was not easy but the sharing was soothing - In some of your oh so so beautiful words "I will forever keep reaching for his fingertips in the space beyond this darkness". Thank you for being you and sharing your amazing gift, this poem is one of my most treasured possessions. xx
This is beautiful. Your words brought me to tears. I've been thinking a lot lately about how we are all only here for such a short time, and while we are here we should make the absolute most of it. We should love as much as we can and give the goodness that is in our hearts to as many people as we can. This definitely reflects all that goodness that is left behind once we are gone, all the love we leave for people to keep the light in the world. Thank you for this ❤
"Some scratch deeper so we never forget their names." I love this line. I think we all hope to scratch these lines so that others hold us in their thoughts. And while we are still here, we should make a regular effort to read the lines of those who came before us, to smile at memories with those loved ones, and spread the light they gave us.
You're so right Tyler the telling was not easy but the sharing was soothing - In some of your oh so so beautiful words "I will forever keep reaching for his fingertips in the space beyond this darkness". Thank you for being you and sharing your amazing gift, this poem is one of my most treasured possessions. xx