Tag Archive | death

105. Open window

And if I knew what life had in store for me, 
would I still march forward? 
Would my courage falter,
wither,
and die?

Why have our paths crossed? 
Which one of us is standing at the crossroads?

I write these words as I sit beside the open window.
The darkness is interrupted by the flashy lights of an awakening city. 

Beside me lies a lady.
Her family is gathered around her —
perhaps to say their final farewell. 
Tears are too private for public display,
sometimes.

Whispers travel far in this silenced hospital ward. 
Everyone is falling asleep around me, but I am wide awake.

The window is open.

©Brindology 2017

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100. Death mask

This is my death mask.
I can no longer see who I am.

She sits beside the water,
Looking down at her reflection.
Fingertips break the stillness of the water.
Her face travels to the edge,
Close to her feet. 

Ripples aren’t always silent.

The flowers fall slowly 
Yet the tree remains standing in the distance.
One moves,
The other does not.
The child goes far,
Beyond the travelling footsteps of the father.

Ripples aren’t always silent. 

The water is still once more.
She turns away from the dark pond,
And looks to the sky.
Merciless sunlight bathes her face.
She struggles to stand.
Pausing,
She breathes deeply,
Resting her hands on the wet soil for comfort.

This is my death mask.
I wish I knew who I’ve been. 

©Brindology 2017

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87. Footsteps near the dying 

Be still for a little longer, please. 
Let me walk in the fragrance of your breath
And the shadow of your death;
My footsteps will no longer awaken you,
I promise you.

If I may only remember you for a little while more,
I shall keep a piece of you with me forever, 
Enshrined deep within my heart. 

You never knew how ardently I loved you. 

(Rest in peace, David Bowie.)

©Brindology 2016

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Daily prompt: Exquisite

74. Empty corner

the corner where you once were is now empty.
only silence fills that space.
did death come gently and hold you tenderly in his arms as you drifted off to sleep?

i shall sit here and wait for this moment to pass.
the sun has come up and let us all see how amazing you were.

the radio keeps playing.
the same old songs are there.
but this pain still cuts like a knife.
i loved you.
i love you.

you stopped my tears,
all these years,
especially when I was so scared.

i won’t let them tell me that i’m not strong.
i will not go back to being lonely.
i’ll be alive,
i won’t give up this fight.

(Dedicated with love and gratitude to George Michael. Thank you for the comfort of your music all these years. Rest in peace, my first Greek love. Xx)

©Brindology 2016

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Daily prompt: Retreat

73. Memories 

My mind has shielded these precious memories from their eyes.
What was yours and mine has remained just so, a quiet contemplation between us both.

My face has been gazed at most lovingly by your heart all this while.

The moments we held hands,
The secrets we whispered into each other’s breath,
The tears which fell from my face to yours…
These were our private moments.

But as I write these words, our shared existence drifts into another world,
and they begin to see us with eyes opened by the discovery of a new perspective.

Do I still look the same to you?
I wonder if your perfume still holds its sweet fragrance.

©Brindology 2015

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Daily prompt: Discover

47. That night

There was that day, that night, not so long ago,
When you held my hand just a little longer than usual,
And looked into my eyes.
I wonder what went through your mind that night.
You didn’t give me a chance to say goodbye.

Did you know I would never see your face again?
Did you know I would cry out for you to return?
Did you know I would never understand what made you leave?

You looked so happy.

Ten years have passed.
That night doesn’t seem so long ago.
I can almost hear you laughing,
Your voice so clear.

You looked so very happy.
You didn’t even say goodbye.

©Brindology 2016

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