To the Blue ~ For OneShotWednesday~ June 15th, 2011
This piece was a sad piece to write. It's meaning goes far deeper than words could express, and as usual, I have fallen back to the comfort of rhyme to attempt to express myself. It's a habit that can be hard to break! :) The photo is of my niece looking over the Bay of Fundy at Anthony's Park. A beautiful picnic park located just beyond the historic village of Maitland, where grand sailing ships at one time were built, and pirate and ghost stories are the norm.
I have been spending much time working on poetry for beyond my blog, and many of these require never before published works, so if I have overlooked returning a comment, please forgive me and know I'll be headed your way soon.
It seems momentum has picked up for me quite a bit, and it is with thanks to you, dear readers, poets and friends, that this has happened. It is with a very grand and special thanks to the supportive, amazingly talented folks at One Stop Poetry, who have provided me inspiration on days when I swore none would be found, and for this weeks One Shot Wednesday I am presenting "To the Blue"
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I have been spending much time working on poetry for beyond my blog, and many of these require never before published works, so if I have overlooked returning a comment, please forgive me and know I'll be headed your way soon.
It seems momentum has picked up for me quite a bit, and it is with thanks to you, dear readers, poets and friends, that this has happened. It is with a very grand and special thanks to the supportive, amazingly talented folks at One Stop Poetry, who have provided me inspiration on days when I swore none would be found, and for this weeks One Shot Wednesday I am presenting "To the Blue"
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ļ»æTo the Blue
I wish I could have been there
The day you finally flew
The day they took your ashes
And tossed them to the blue.
I wish I could have been there
To have the chance to say
That though you may have doubted it
We loved you and your way.
I wish I could have been there
When your mind made you decide
That this life had been wasted
And it was time to say good~bye.
I wish I could have been there
To speak of our love for you
The day they took your ashes
And tossed them to the blue.
Comments
I do it all the time
Whether for the funny bone
Or a more serious type of tone
Yes suicide itself is heavy as Brian sad
And can be a battle in ones head
Speaking from direct experience too
Can occur from out of the blue
Or can be a long sought out process you see coming
From a subtle humming
But after all the help and stuff you try
It is their terms if they want to die
Just when the snap comes from the pout
Make sure you are NO WHERE near about
Eloquently written my friend x
The rhyming takes a touch of the sting out of the sadness of the poem, I think. Not much, just a touch.
Good write, Tash
Great write. missed you.
http://henryclemmonspoet.blogspot.com/2011/06/just-man-recording-is-above.html
And thank you for the kind words on my civil war poem.
Anna :o]