I cannot believe that I let the first anniversary of this blog pass by. It went up on the 4th of July last year. So there, I’ve done it now, it’s officially noted. I have had great fun and pleasure in sharing these poems with
you and getting your very encouraging feedback. Thank you all for that. It continues to sustain me and also challenge me.
It is now at the end of July and coming into the first of August, I am, as always, at this time of year very conscious of Aoife.
It’s fourteen years now. So here is a piece that came to me in the past few weeks.
As usual, read, enjoy, share and let me know what you think.
Fourteen Years on and it still Hurts
On this quiet summer morning
sitting easily, coffee in hand
the feeling of her wells
from his toes, reaches his eyes
which moisten from behind
brings him to that distant place.
Her absence fills the room
he feels held in time past
wrapped in sorrow past
in pain past.
This sharp burst
catches him by surprise
after all this time
Makes him aware
of the permanent ache
that lies beneath his skin.
Lovely words Peter. It is true, I guess, that you never really forget your own family
That is really beautiful. Your sadness and your love for Aoife is palatable.
Ah Peter. Touching pain. I have no words that aren't trite no wisdom even half-right. Gone and not-gone, no contradiction there, love knows that.
Beautifully written Peter. So emotional
Eileen and I are so moved by the power of your words.It is hard to believe fourteen years have now passed
Thank you Peter for sharing your pain so beautifully written.
I know her so well and still miss her. Thanks for this Peter.
Thanks Peter. The poignancy and the pain captured in a beautiful way. Best wishes.
16 short lines and the page is full , her presence, though it is her absence. His feelings toe to eye and a tear-burst. Thank you for inviting us in this summer morning of rain-tears.
Absolutely beautiful PETER. I can feel the pain. She was beautiful and a lovely person and what a huge loss. She left her mark.
Very moving and so well composed. I loved it when you sent it to me. Thanks
25.11 | 22:15
Grief is experience through the mundane. Simple but powerful. The accompanying image really compliments the poem.
07.11 | 11:14
A great observation! Social media can be a scary place... I also need to reduce my time there
06.11 | 16:24
A great one, Peter, in the context you describe. I don't read social media myself, I doubt my equilibrium could stand it. 'The balance of his mind disturbed' yes, I think it would be.
06.11 | 15:59
Yes, gossip is a weapon of mass destruction.
In my business as well as personal life I have zero tolerance.