
Tag: grief
Beautiful (Music Video I directed)
It is, what it is
Guarded
Distant Horizon
Witness
the hardest notion is to see another’s pain, be witness to tears rise, then fall, spattering a dusty floor, till a loam forms, holding true daggers of enriched grief to bear witness to character’s hard hammer upon a majestic kindness shattering old touchstones, transmute the soft, malleable truths into unyielding … Continue Reading Witness
A storm within, unchecked, storms without
Love vs grief vs joy vs bliss
Love vs grief vs joy vs bliss as I sit here dredging my soul for words comes the upwell from my heart to salt my cheeks all in mining sediment for sentiments conveying my truth expressing profound love of my wife, her forever changing my life joy of treading streets … Continue Reading Love vs grief vs joy vs bliss
Grief Slides Close, Pinching at the Heart
news of an aunt’s passing summons hand cranked, spotty blurred impressions of my mom nearing eight years gone, how the pigments fade to sepia, how the senses have detached, excepting this son’s ever burning ache of regret poem (c) 2016 by DC Lessoway
Comes Grief
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…
Where do you go?
Paris
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
Eggshell Heart
supposedly stout, weathered, having seen anger, joy, bliss and death quick to tear quick to hurt himself long before another enclosed in a barrel chested brute behind hazel eyes, broken man who, grateful for all hurts some days, the scars surreptitious, raw, one upon another stockpiles doleful countenances holding friends, … Continue Reading Eggshell Heart
Within Lies Still
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