Poem -
wild + wild
What is happening to him
I scream at the sky
Under darkness under moon,
Just madness and I,
We hold hands on this dark
night, shadows stretched
under moon, creeping high
over angels down through
gravestones and tombs...
Long fingers distorted and
clawing and reaching,
desperate for answers,
fervently seeking...
Where is he, we call out,
God....just what have you
done, you've sent madness to
guide where there should
stand a son...but the church in
the corner stands silent and
stern as we sink and we cry...
Tell Me What I'm To Learn...
Here... our shadow hands
creeping, fingers clawing
and reaching, desperate for
answers, wild + wild in their
seeking...
M P 17/7/21
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Thought I`d come just to help justify the vote. 5 stars as always my friend. To me, this whole poem feels as if it is a dream. Gosh, Marion... That brings a dark thought... I hope that you are ok. Though I`m not online as much as I want to be anymore, as a poet and a friend, you have always meant so much. Here for you Marion... if you need...
Hi lovely man . Sorry Max, my writes are a one way ticket...Cosmo is the only place I can work through emotions that make no sense and can't be put in a conversation. Guess I'm not following whatever tidy grief pattern I'm.supposed to and most definatly cannot place my son anywhere I want him to be. I still don't know where he vanished to and definately cannot find him in flowers and trees and I'm quite certain he is not a bloody angel. As there are no books that delve along my train of thoughts( mad...apparently) I pour them on Cosmo. I don't expect anyone to read..lol...so I'm always grateful when lovely people do. There are no answers of course but always the rebel I refuse to sit quietly with my hankie...what is a hankie anyway?
I am tormented by missing him and that I now think will never change.
I will.never stop searching ...clearly I lack grace,... and faith in the entire bloody ball game!! I ramble...sincerely hope you're life is going well...watch out for that sneaky bastard called death and...hug your loved ones every day 💖💖
I cant imagine what your going through Marion, makes me feel selfish for displaying my own problems on Cosmos. All I know if that us poets will continue to support you no matter what. After all, under that dark and inky grief is a wonderful poet, generous person and lovely friend. To be honest big kudos for you to even talk about it here on Cosmos. If it were me I dont reckon I could.
Hi Max...you know what... nobody knows how they will react to anything untill it happens to them. Writing is the only way I can express what I'm feeling...(which isn't angels and god and cherubs...this kind of grief is ...world exploding) ...without making people feel uncomfortable. In fact I don't talk to anyone...can't engage as I used to with life. It should be talked about...the shocking reality of it should be known and not hidden away under a blanket of...well...that's life. It's not normal to bury your children therefore I am no longer normal. Writing helps me express all the questions that torment me. I don't care if people read or not...I'm not posting for votes or sympathy or competition. There is very little I care about now anyway. Cosmo is my one deep confidant, I couldn't care less that it's semi public. Oh...sorry love I'm rambling again...just trying to explain why I post and why I can't write about anything else as I used too..that's because this consumes me unfortunately. Anyway hope I've answered some of your questions...take care love...hugs 💕💕
Oh...and PS...don't ever feel bad "about your problems"...thats what writing is...an expression of feelings and perceptions and questions about life death pain love happiness and everything in between. There is no competition here...well except the Cosmo one...lol...😄😃🌹🌹
hugs!....................................................................................................Jim
Many hugs back.lovely man...will be in touch soon 🌹🌹
Fucking brilliant!!
I hope you are bearing up beneath the strain of grief. Sending you hugs... I am still on the look out for a magic wand for you but have not had any luck so far. Take care x
Hiya love...thanks for bothering to read lol. I've nothing in me but the exploration and many facets of grief and loss. Makes for depressing reading I know ..so a big thankyou Tina 💖
You write away ... write on anything that you need to write about. Hugs again 💕xx