The tumor is on your spine; unoperable How long until you are paralyzed? How long until you gaze upon that final sun? Monday they gave you methadone for the pain Left you in a coma Pepper read you our poems Stayed by your side for two days You were the second woman who asked me to promise; Forever
Forever's a lie Maybe it always was Maybe all we ever have are the few moments that make up Now
So many empty beaches in my life So many endings without any time for farewells You asked me once for forever and a kiss Both proved fleeting I left a pink rose on your grave It was all I had left to give
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Reviewed by Word Faery (Reader)
Reviewed on May 24, 2006
You portray loss with such touching beauty. And it was HER forever.
WordFaery
Reviewed by Candy T (Reader)
Reviewed on May 24, 2006
it was HER forever.
i'm touched in so many ways by this piece, thank you.
Physical forever is a lie . . . I agree!
Spiritual forever is coming!
"So many empty beaches in my life"
So true for all of us!
I am sorry for your loss.
Your poem was filled with the melancholy that has, and will, affect the human condition until He that defeated death in power and majesty returns.
Richard
Even with the best of new life before me, divorce haunts me.
I meant forever, it just seemed life did not let that be.
I wish I wouldn't wonder why, but that is life...wondering why.
How good can the journey be when it is costing so much?
Thank God for what good there has been.
I just often wish one of us had died, instead of the love.
Then I would be in your shoes. (Or dead.)
I hope forever finds us.
John
Robin Ouzman Hislop's poetry is certainly in dialogue with some of the key architects of the 'poetics of indeterminacy' – both the Modernist strands represented by the likes of Beckett and Stein, and the postmodernist strands represented, initially,
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WordFaery
i'm touched in so many ways by this piece, thank you.
Spiritual forever is coming!
"So many empty beaches in my life"
So true for all of us!
I am sorry for your loss.
Your poem was filled with the melancholy that has, and will, affect the human condition until He that defeated death in power and majesty returns.
Richard
I meant forever, it just seemed life did not let that be.
I wish I wouldn't wonder why, but that is life...wondering why.
How good can the journey be when it is costing so much?
Thank God for what good there has been.
I just often wish one of us had died, instead of the love.
Then I would be in your shoes. (Or dead.)
I hope forever finds us.
John