BOXES + MOUTHS
What was once all
Is not anymore
He who took breath
Falls dead on a floor
He who walked in
Will never walk out
Those twinkling eyes
Are forever put out
I know that it happens for a box
lies nailed shut
The earth has been parted
Like a huge gaping mouth
There are chapels and black cars
and men in sad suits, doctors
who stop me flying off in pursuit
But... who rubs out people
Where a person once stood
And who gave gods rubbers
Then called these gods good
Who gave me a head which does
not comprehend
Births and beginnings and
endings that end
For where do the vanishing
people all go and why cant I find
anybody that knows...
I know that it happens but I can't
comprehend
That all meaning
Means nothing
At All
In the end
M P 19/8/21
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Magical imargy Marion. Your wordplay brings a stark picture... Sorry I have been away for so long its been a busy couple of weeks. I hope you are well my friend. Sincerely, Max
Hi Max..sorry for late reply. Thanks so much my friend x
They cannot be rubbed out...not really. Speaking for myself here, I often think of you and your Judd. Always, when I speak to my own kids, your Judd pops into my mind. Your writing keeps Judd alive whenever your words are read...and beyond. I know it is not the same as him living and breathing still (and how I wish that could be) but he is not rubbed out and YOU are to thank for that. The gods have NOT been kind, not to you, but here is a thought - maybe, just maybe, by taking him as soon as they did they spared him something even worse, something absolutely terrible in the future. I dont know, none of us can know that. And I apologise with all of my heart if I speake out of turn here but my intentions are only good ones. I feel for you, Marion, and I really do wish that Judd was not snatched away from you. This poem is beautifully written and it illustrates the pain so damn well that only a heartless person could read this and not feel terrible sadness. Your writing keeps Judd alive in all our minds. I wish I could have met him. Thinking of you and sending you hugs and a universe of stars for this beautifully written heartbreaker of a poem xx
You never ever speak out of turn...you couldn't Tina, its not in you. You are a great comfort always. Yes, I know..i know he is around me but combining the vibrancy of a living loved one with the quiet spirituality of other realms almost makes my head explode. An impossibility that slaps and kicks me every minute. I just like to write about every pathway grief takes us down, and they are varied and contradict themselves ...intertwine and lead everywhere and nowhere all at once. Yes, I have often thought exactly that, maybe it was a kindness in the bigger picture because we can never know but what I do know is its time for the rules to change...the whole situation is outdated and needs reviewing. No living thing should be made to suffer at all and that includes losing loved ones by magician tricks. I can write about very little else as I am consumed with emotions and thoughts that really can't live in sanity and so must be expelled into the cosmos. I am waiting on God to get back to me..lol....I hope he does. Much love to you my lovely friend ❤❤❤