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Rest In Peace.
The sweetest God I ever knew
was my mom. My apocalypse
was her death. I don't know
where she's going. But I am
positive it's better than here.
Maybe she's smoking with
Grandpa. Or watching me
write this awful poetry. I
really don't know. There
is nothing I can do but
mourn and pray for
the day when the
sun vanishes and
oblivion sucks me
in and I can see
that pretty force
of nature once
again.
was my mom. My apocalypse
was her death. I don't know
where she's going. But I am
positive it's better than here.
Maybe she's smoking with
Grandpa. Or watching me
write this awful poetry. I
really don't know. There
is nothing I can do but
mourn and pray for
the day when the
sun vanishes and
oblivion sucks me
in and I can see
that pretty force
of nature once
again.
Published 27th Jan 2012
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27th Jan 2012 8:41pm
30th Jan 2012 11:31am
31st Jan 2012 3:08am
I like the feeling of going round and round a drain that comes from reading about being sucked into oblivion while my eyes darting back and forth quicker and quicker as the lines get shorter. Dunno if this was intended or not, but the rushed feel of shortening lines and run-on thoughts at the end feels like a look back at life from the end: a whirlwind of activity. Some good work here.
29th Feb 2012 4:25pm
Thank you. It wasn't intended but now that you mention it, it does add.
A beautiful poem, Carla, and a loving tribute for someone you cared about very deeply and lost too soon (I can tell). I lost my mother in 2005, and her death was a horrible blow to me and to my whole family. One thing that makes the pain of such losses less though, is the knowledge that they are not truly gone if we remember them and honor their memory with love for them (and for all they meant to us) in our hearts. Whether those we love be in Heaven with the angels or on their way into another life or incarnation... it is our love for them, that defines how they touched us while they were here with us for however brief a span of time. Your poem is filled with just such love!
