Such few smudges of newsprint,
such few words, such few drops
in the light rain that is a life
born in, died at, survived by,
visitation at, services from,
internment at, donations to
the light rain that is a life
No words:
first glimpse of her
fear of I do
that first argument
joy of the firstborn
and the second
first/last promotion
laughter/tears
overwhelmed by Paris
together
prays/mourns/celebrates
father’s last words
mother’s voice grown frail
grandchild’s laugh
holding her hand, tightly,
always
joining AARP
the final dreams
a man
the light rain that is a life
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24 comments:
This is lovely, Glynn, especially its closing. I know I will be thinking of it Thursday when we attend the service for our friend. Thank you.
a mist, mostly ... you've said it so well
this is beautiful glynn...the light rain that is a life...and we can only hope we live it in a way and rain love on hungry fields to see flowers grow on our path...and i heard it's someone's birthday today..wishing you a wonderful day of celebration glynn
Captured all that needs to be said with your piece, as we can only hope to live life the best we can. "The light rain that is life" was a great touch, very nice line.
If Claudia is correct, happy birthday too.
There's a lot of living in between those lines, short and succinct as they are. A fine poem, memorial, and also universal insight into how brief our time here is, how important to make it count.
Beautiful Glynn and a worthy tribute to your friend. Life is but a mist, a light rain that quickly passes. You have captured this so wonderfully here.
Not all is light rain, some frosty snow, others baked into the hard ground too soon though always too soon for life goes that quick. You captured the essence of a man in these lines. Yet some are remembered and some forgot. You sir, shall always be remembered by those who read your fine works! Happy Birthday today! G.
you condensed life down to a small shower...it is all that comes between the rain drops that open it so wide...nice write glynn...
Nice flow here, absolutely love the rapid/quickened pace the piece gets to. Really enjoyed, thanks
light rain
warm like summer
bare feet
short and sweet
light rain
cold like winter
gloved fingers
chills and lingers
Milestones.. does it tell a life?
Light rain for some, typhoon or torrent for others. I like your reflections ~
And Happy birthday !
A beautiful, poignant poem, Glynn. So true, how insignificant we are.
This is so lovely and I really like the closing
http://gatelesspassage.com/2011/08/29/unsuspecting-creatures-of-the-night/
A small smudge of ink can hardly capture the light rain of a life. Lovely verse, sad, poignant.
the light rain that is a life. i know not everyone endorses such a view, but that has such a power to it, if only becuz it rings true. something about that smells of wisdom and experience.
light rain can be so refreshing, or maddeningly irritating. i don't know, you've got me thinking... durn it:)
Each line like it's own rain slant, moving into the force of storm.
the light rain of life made me think of that scripture in James...
we are a vapor
my heart sympathy in the loss of your friend, my thankfulness that the rain of his life nourished and impacted yours.
and yet, a light rain is one of the most refreshing things on earth... i echo others here in offering sympathy for your loss... your poetic tribute is lovely.
Hi, Rob Kistner here. This is a piece well written, engaging – good work… mine is here: http://www.image-verse.com/clown
such a touching piece - loved the structure of it
Great job on summing up the ending of most lives - a short write up and so soon forgotten...may be fully enjoy and embrace that one we are given....thank you..bkm
This is too beautiful, true and touches me.
words so caring
Oh my... that stanza so full of life's little intimate keepsakes.. "first glimpse of her..." So powerful it never leaves a man, defines his love from the beginning... "fear of I do..." overwhelming.... "The first argument..." the guilt, the anger, the fear of losing her.... "the firstborn..." nothing matches it. "...and the second..." How incredibly true, completely....completely different things... and on and on and on.... The obits don't mention those beautiful, wonderful parts of our lives. This poem made me stop and think about all the truly endearing things which make me who I am. I'm so happy that i stopped by here...... Lovely, lovely poem.
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