in roaming streams
of death’s journey
so much
more poignant
to lose a beloved
to the soundless
laugh of love
the scent of
your absence
with ravenous
desires
on mental shores
of solitude
*
my pain wears
the mask
of a virgin
***
©AvdL 2015
Archive for Death
My Immortal
Posted in Closure, Death, desires, Dreams, Emotions, Imagery thoughts, Immortal, Journey, Life, love, Memories, Pain, Poem, POETRY, Reflections, Tears, Thoughts with tags Absence, Beloved, Death, desires, eternal, Immortal, journey, Life, love, mask, memories, pain, poem, poetry, poignant, reflection, Solitude, thoughts, Virgin on August 20, 2015 by MandyImpressions of you
Posted in Closure, Daily Life, Death, Dreams, Emotions, Life, Memories, Pain, Passion, Personal, POETRY, Reflections, Spirituality with tags Death, love, memories, pain, passion, poem, reflections, Silence on June 22, 2015 by Mandy
silence
as mist drips
in strands
under her shaky
fingertips
drawn on the canvas
of their love
with flaming azure
from her veins
violent red passion
from her heart
in fragile lacuna
between breath
and muse
just listen
***
accept
***
as she bleeds
into the night
with only
impressions
of him
©AvdL 2015
(for Bob)
SOUND OF SILENCE
Posted in Belief, Daily Life, Dreams, Emotions, Hope, Keep love alive, Life, Memories, Pain, Personal, Poem, Reflections, Tears, Truth, Uncategorized with tags cancer, Death, memories, pain, partner, patience, poem on January 11, 2015 by Mandy
a
hovering balloon
of
empty sounds
inflated
with love
soaring above
ablaze
to get through
empty darkness
with
reverie
patience
acceptance
poise
**
on the wings
of
zephyr
to kill
the dark
nights
***
©AvdL 2015
SOLLY
Posted in Uncategorized with tags bury, children, Cockatiel, Death, story on June 13, 2010 by Mandy
Many years ago we had a cockatiel called Solly. He was very much part of the family and loved by all. One sunny afternoon, while he was sitting outside in his cage, a bee stung him and not long after he died. It was a very tragic experience for my daughter, the very first time she experienced death, so we did the right thing, placed him in a box and went through the ritual of burying him under a tree in the garden.
Of course the questions started about where Solly went and for months after, she would come back from school, went to the spot where we placed Solly and put a little flower in the ground. I remember that it was a very wet winter with lots of rain that year and one afternoon, while making food in the kitchen, Simone came storming in, with the plastic bag filled with a skeleton and feathers! She was hysterical and said that I told her a lie because Solly did not go to heaven….the proof was right there in her hands! It took forever to calm her down and trying to explain what the process was.
The moral of the story is that we have to be very careful what we tell our children …..and please make sure the hole you dig is deep enough!!!! Simone is 33 years old today and still talks about Solly!!!
SEAT OF MY SOUL 