It's like duh... I do know what "dead" means but then also... where did she go? forever sounds like a trick and so... does this mean we can't talk again (but we're always talking again) everything is costumed as a clue I follow as an amateur shaman (also theologian astrophysicist) with denial and love woven inside me days keep ending; I keep finding ways to wake them up again it would be heaven if she were here
that heaven I wouldn't mind her being in
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Pic: a gorgeous sunset on my way home... I'd never seen a column/beam/plume like that before.
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I think and feel these things about both my mom and dad so often. You say it so well. So spot on.
Nice.
It’s hard to imagine that someone is gone, right? I had a brief visit with my mom last night. She was in my dream, and it made me happy when I woke up.
That is a striking image. You could almost imagine her reaching down to you.
What an incredible photo. I refuse to believe that it isn't some sort of sign from the Universe.
I really love this poem, maya. I think the imagery is almost perfect, especially the creative ways you used language--
the days waking up; everything is costumed as a clue--
and the characterization of the speaker as amateur shaman, astrophysicist, and theologian.
I wonder if you need "her being in" at the end. What do you think?
I feel I'm not mourning properly since I haven't completely understood this aspect yet, Jeanie...
Thank you.
I love this so much, J! I love when that happens too. I'm already finding that to be a moment of joy rather than loss.
Steph, right? Very "Beam me up"
I pulled over for this shot, Nance. It was compelling.
I completely agree about how clunky it is to end with that preposition. I felt I needed it to distinguish between "actual" heaven and heaven down here. (I want both of us to be here, as I'm not ready to be up there...)
This is so beautiful, Maya! I love the line "with denial and love woven inside me".
<3
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