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Topic: That's Not My Friend
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IndigoDirae
Knowflake Posts: 241
From: Venice, California, US
Registered: Jul 2011
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posted May 21, 2012 02:10 PM
  
I'm sorry, say what you will.
That's not my friend.
He's not in that box -
He's just up the hill.
Travelling, in his usual way,
Though he won't be at home today.
Or tomorrow. Still.
That's not my friend.
He's just past that hill.
He's not in that box,
Surrounded by flowers,
Hymnals and tears.
Weep not for him,
He has no fears.
He passes the time with spirit and charm.
I'm glad to know him.
There's no cause for alarm.
But my friend is not in this place.
That is not his smiling face.
Though that is his dearest friend,
I know, he isn't in that box.
And this is not the end.-A. For Spence Fuller,
1970-2012 'Gone', never forgotten, and way, way too soon.
I miss you, my friend.
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Virgo-AriesArtist
Knowflake Posts: 469
From: Michigan :)
Registered: Jun 2009
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posted May 21, 2012 07:48 PM
 hugs to you, IndigoDirae I'm so sorry  Lovely poem, BTW, did you write it? IP: Logged |
IndigoDirae
Knowflake Posts: 241
From: Venice, California, US
Registered: Jul 2011
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posted May 22, 2012 01:45 PM
Thanks, VAA. I did, actually. Funny, my husband said the same thing immediately after I composed it. It happened so fast, I'm almost thinking now I must've 'picked it up' from somewhere. It kind of bowled me over, and I was overtaken by the urge to put it down. That sort of thing.I was inspired by my good friend's words after she'd told me last week how she didn't understand the concept of a 'viewing'. 'That's not Spence. That's just not him,' she'd said. I'd seconded it, and further bonded over the distressed feeling of not knowing how to be heard here; being respectful, understanding, but NOT wanting to be subject to this, because it's NOT our friend. As the day drew nearer (and passed last night) I put off expressing my own feelings about it - until I could do so no further, and that poem was born. I was kind of surprised to see it was sort of original. Surely, I thought, others have expressed this sentiment. -A. IP: Logged |
Alma Sun
Moderator Posts: 1607
From: The East Coast
Registered: Mar 2011
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posted May 23, 2012 06:53 PM
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"The snake which cannot cast its skin has to die. As well the minds which are prevented from changing their opinions; they cease to be mind." --- Friedrich Nietzsche IP: Logged |
Venus
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Registered: Mar 2011
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posted May 24, 2012 04:12 AM
lovely poem  it reminds me of this one Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.
Mary Elizabeth Frye
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IndigoDirae
Knowflake Posts: 241
From: Venice, California, US
Registered: Jul 2011
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posted May 24, 2012 12:47 PM
quote:
Originally posted by Venus:
lovely poem it reminds me of this one Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.
Mary Elizabeth Frye
Yes! I can't say I was consciously inspired, but I've always loved that one. Thank you for posting it. Mine almost felt a kind of 'response'. I'm glad that you liked it. Came to me very suddenly. -A.
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