Tuesday, May 10, 2011

au revoir ...






Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts
and frets his hour upon the stage, and then is heard no more.

William Shakespeare, Macbeth




Forgive, O Lord, my little jokes on Thee, And I'll forgive Thy great big one on me.

~Robert Frost, "Cluster of Faith," 1962





Too many...

 good people
dying too young. 


It is always a jolt,
and somehow,
it always seems
like a dirty trick
 despite the evidence
it is a part of life.


When
will my consciousness
finally absorb that
 those I care about
are not exempt?


Once I come to terms
with my own demise
will I then be at terms
 with theirs?


Too many ...


~ B.Z.






11 comments:

  1. Absolutely beautiful poetry. Gets me in the heart, because I too have lost someone too young.

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  2. oh, i hope that loss has not touched you...but it sure feels like it...we are born old enough to die, sadly

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  3. Wow. I was so moved by your poetry. Losing someone you love is hard, but especially if they are young. I am sorry if you have experienced this.

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  4. Your words are beautifully tender and tragic. I send warm wishes of comfort.

    Kindest regards,
    Julie
    Julie Magers Soulen Photography

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  5. You have found beautiful ways of saying goodbye. I hope that these words make there way to your heart. Peace and comfort to you, friend.

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  6. Thank you ALL. Your kind words mean a lot.

    Since I have written previously about my daughter's fight with cancer, I want to reassure you that she is just fine - thriving in fact.

    I was blindsided today with the news of the unexpected death of someone I considered a friend. I appreciate having this space to express some of my initial feelings upon hearing the news.

    Too many are dying ... too soon.

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  7. Dear Binnie,
    I sincerely hope you can relax yourself.
    The quotes are interesting, bitter sweet.
    “Life is a tragedy for those who feel, but a comedy to those who think,” Horace Walpole. For me, a tragecomedy, as 'm a positive optimist.
    Take care, Bonnie.
    Kind regards, Sadami

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  8. the questions that make us human-



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  9. I gasped as I thought of your daughter. Thank goodness it wasn't her. But I am sorry for your sadness and I think your poem is really moving.

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  10. Too many, too soon, too young.

    I'm sorry for your loss.

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  11. Though relieved to hear your daughter is doing well, I'm so sorry you've lost a friend. Death is no respecter of age. Neither does it always give fair warning. Your poem addresses this quite beautifully. As to the question you've posed…"Once I come to terms/with my own demise/will I then be at terms/with theirs?…I tend to believe not, at least not always—especially in those "too young" to die. One is about personal demise, the other about personal loss. Different valleys divided by the same ridgeline.

    Time won't completely heal the hole left by your friend's passing, but it will soften the edges and separate the bitter from the sweet. You are in my thoughts…

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