
Tag: death
What a couple of weeks…
I do not write about work very often. Preferring it is our business, so to speak. But at these times, as a part of my own route to healing, this I need do. Mortality: “the state of being subject to death” How often I’ve heard: “I’ll be living forever.” Denial, … Continue Reading What a couple of weeks…
Regret and Memory
Relax, I shall try…
phone, left at the office email re-directed to another time’s come for away, away, away first time since stepping into leadership September last has the phone, email been held, nipped, cut off this Annus horribilis misinformed bullshit via government’s hogtie, expounded via media’s rude embellishment then vanished because… K’s sudden, … Continue Reading Relax, I shall try…
Enigmatic
Last Monday night, as we were all leaving work, K was making a funny face to us as she drove away. The next morning, warm, sunny, I was driving in and had this flash, this image of K, lying on the floor, receiving chest compressions. I remember shaking it off … Continue Reading Enigmatic
Conundrum
A Visit With the Dying
a family messaged come, witness a Nation’s elder prepares for ancestor’s fields soon, I hope at liberty finds her soul derailing pain racking her body in grief happy her flight will be © 2014 by DC Lessoway
Rudimentary Grief
a process a journey a state of being a way a tattered flag fluttering in a chilled wind at the fragmenting cliffside signaling drastic change discarding outdated beliefs, stagnant patterns melding tired laws, with unfamiliar truths momentarily whitewashed with stoic acceptance a façade of ether then imperceptibly, inaudibly, invisibly time … Continue Reading Rudimentary Grief
Dawn Washes Away the Stars
Brian couldn’t sleep. He arrived late Friday night at the rustic cabin an hour’s drive from the blustery city. A spur of the moment thing. It was late August and he’d been to the cabin twice since May. Guilt the likely trigger. How could he not frequent such a quiet, … Continue Reading Dawn Washes Away the Stars
Aging…
as we age how the outlook changes towards life, loss perhaps learned patience contains the once youthful furor perhaps cycles of at-hand experience frames a pallet mottled with joy, grief perhaps we choose, conscious or no to pause, watch, maybe make sense of the spectacle of the unworldly with a smile of woe, perhaps recollection © 2013 … Continue Reading Aging…
Quit Freaking Hiding Behind a Freaking Piece of Paper!
Read this article: A Guide to Mass Shootings in America from Mother Jones. Oh so freaking tired of that argument about denying people the right to bear arms! Yeah I’m Canadian, but got an opinion and I ain’t gonna keep it in. Read and understand what the 2nd amendment is about! It’s … Continue Reading Quit Freaking Hiding Behind a Freaking Piece of Paper!
Shed
in tears because the innocent have to die in this country, theirs, and others in tears because many put gifts above their own happiness their own needs in tears because politicians, like children bicker, squabble, then smiling stand on the wreckage of a once beautiful country In tears because Aboriginal … Continue Reading Shed
What has changed?
Rescues Me
in forty-eight years beheld, these eyes joy, grief, love, angst, melancholy of widest shades in exhaustive measures external are triggers of delight, woe, adoration yet I know within me stems worry, depression subjugating friendless isolation vexing my most patient friends, family how very bleak it seems till a child’s smile … Continue Reading Rescues Me
Onward
one step finds the other, time in forward passage leave us in want of more jeweled moments, yet how photos, video, all memory replacements, find us wanting, wishing for fragrances, caress, a smile so onward we pace and look up to the heavens for profundity look down to our feet … Continue Reading Onward
Bear of Grief
fringing my consciousness hoary, corpulent, always waiting just outside the door its taunting, laughing growl claws bared, paws raised to strike, indiscriminately I do not give permission I do not open the door to wreak havoc upon my spirit yet unwelcoming it comes splintering the door but far worse concealed … Continue Reading Bear of Grief
Ominous Peace Brought to the Door
bring on kindness bring on wishes of extraordinary days of greater truths bring on upturned corners of mouths bring on hands, faces reaching skyward bring on ideals beheld within ideas stated, dashed off brought to ears, hearts brought to action! as spirited, huddled masses standing at the gates of war bruised, battered, … Continue Reading Ominous Peace Brought to the Door