a quiet morning of fog and smoke haze
PS your world hasn’t changed, just how you view it has
the basin – day 518
Poem
the basin – day 517
PS your world hasn’t changed, just how you view it has
somehow her broken reality made mine a more beautiful place a place where love lied and sunsets beckoned with love
the basin – day 516
PS your world hasn’t changed, just how you view it has
knowing is knowing enough now that it is a memory it is like the infinity and loneliness of "I"
the basin – day 515
PS your world hasn’t changed, just how you view it has
Whisper When we whisper our dreams, do they fall away from us Are they a soft spring rain lit by the morning sun the making of dreams are held in Rainbow and wishes whispers fall like the promise of a long awaited spring swaying gently in the wind of our dreams swirl, twirl, fade reformed to our need
Words of Sorrow
I started on this poem in February and posted it here on my blog. It is about grief, mine mostly. It is very hard to lose a love one in the prime of life.
It is about grief, mine mostly. It is very hard to lose a love one in the prime of life.
One year ago today my lovely and loved daughter Eryn Jan passed away from pneumonia. It has been hard. And now with the pandemic raging around the worlds, so many have been lost. Each number is not just that a number but a person whose life and breath touched many. Take care, and know that you are loved.
The loss is great, almost too much for words.
A great jaded wound has been ripped into your soul.
Breathe in,
slowly,
breathe out,
breathe
Look, see, numbness, tears,
rendering of all thoughts
tear into your soul
wounds, tears, sobs, hugs,
breathe
turn, slowly, look, see,
breathe
Remember
the laugh, twinkling chimes of merriment,
the touch, the smiles
Remember to breathe,
remember to look,
remember to see,
breathe
Touch that what was precious
be gentle in sorrow, it is hard
Hard on your soul, hard on your friend, hard, just as hard
yet different
Yell, cry, yell, talk, feel, cry, sob,
breathe
Negotiate a new day
Negotiate your grief,
promise anything for one more day
one more touch, one more whisper of their love,
it is all
we have left.
Negotiate your peace, promise,
look in the eyes,
touch your soul with your eyes
Where silence is a luxury,
give it space, touch
whisper, tears,
breathe
Peace,
a ways off,
it comes oh so slowly, it comes
in solace, in pink, in red, white, greens of the flowers,
the blue of the sky, it comes oh so slowly
Walk, slowly at first, everything is slow, thick like mud, cold, unreal,
a trick, oh they must be wrong
with Love, breathe, cry, breathe, walk, sob, cry, hope
With tears acknowledge the inevitable, gone with out you,
one last good buy, words of love, of care, of solace
a hug, gone and no more
tears, oh so cold, so uninvited morning, night, so many spaces in between,
relentless,
my heart heals with the passing of each saline drop,
slowly, so slowly, breathe, sleep, rest, go slow, one more drop
one more tear, the tare, the rent, the whole, just a bit less,
hidden in sorrow, hidden in the heart a healing place
for you to stay forever in my heart.
I love you always and I miss you always. For ever, you mom.
For Eryn Jane Tremain 1984 – 2019
Words of Sorrow
My deepest condolences.
Your loss is great, almost too much for words.
A great jaded wound has been ripped into your soul.
Breathe in,
slowly,
breathe out,
breathe
Look, see, numbness, tears,
rendering of all thoughts
tear into your soul
wounds, tears, sobs, hugs,
breathe
turn, slowly, look, see,
breathe
Remember
the laugh, twinkling chimes of merriment,
the touch, the smiles
Remember to breathe,
remember to look,
remember to see,
breathe
Touch that what was precious
be gentle in sorrow, it is hard
Hard on your soul, hard on your friend, hard, just as hard
yet different
Yell, cry, yell, talk, feel, cry, sob,
breathe
Negotiate a new day
Negotiate your grief,
promise anything for one more day
one more touch, one more whisper of their love,
it is all
we have left.
Negotiate your peace, promise,
look in the eyes,
touch your soul with your eyes
Where silence is a luxury,
give it space, touch
whisper, tears,
breathe
Peace,
a ways off,
it comes oh so slowly, it comes
in solace, in pink, in red, white, greens of the flowers,
the blue of the sky, it comes oh so slowly
Walk, slowly at first, everything is slow, thick like mud, cold, unreal,
a trick, oh they must be wrong
with Love, breathe, cry, breathe, walk, sob, cry, hope
With tears acknowledge the inevitable, gone with out you,
one last good buy, words of love, of care, of solace
a hug, gone and no more
tears, oh so cold, so uninvited morning, night, so many spaces in between,
relentless,
my heart heals with the passing of each saline drop,
slowly, so slowly, breathe, sleep, rest, go slow, one more drop
one more tear, the tare, the rent, the whole, just a bit less,
hidden in sorrow, hidden in the heart a healing place
for you to stay forever in my heart.
I love you always and I miss you always. For ever you mom.
For Eryn Jane Tremain 1984 – 2019
Winter wallows on my mind – a poem written 1995
winter wallows on my mind
the summer echoes of children
this day is quite
music provides presence
sunshine touches the inner wall as the
evening sun glides to the horizon
my plants stretch for its touch
to soon its light will fade from their view
winter is on its way
graciously,
kids do not consider winter
in sunshine filled days
the grasshopper caught in the vent is
entertainment enough for their curiosity
I envy this innocence, this simplicity
far from intrinsic modern living
these children are ageless
winter is on its way
the beast that builds our burdens wanders by,
stranded, abandoned yet luckily found
in the depths of our hearts
wild passion flows from the desolate
revelry that awakens sleepers
is the unwelcome intrusion
it fades,
winter is on its way
the wind rustles though the suite
a fort of blankets,
a treasure of fresh fruit
hidden amongst the living room furniture
no safe place out of doors
for theses implements of childhood
today the wind is warm,
gentle,
winter is on its way
an active neighborhood
by all accounts
planes, trains and automobiles
their melody flow amongst the old apple trees
crows defending what is rightfully theirs bellow resistance
here lie the seeds of decay
a warren for the unwanted, unloved
to absolve society they deface it
then go home
winter is on its way
yet
beyond winter
lie the seeds of spring
waiting
wanting
needing
cool warmth of the Capricorn sun
chasing shadows from the winter crevices of my mind
All photos by Cathy Tremain, Poem by Cathy Tremain
My dream: a poem
‘the sun is high, just shy of noon
I stand in this warmth – confused
beneath my feet, a once familiar place
is but dust and gravel.
‘All around me are the hues
of desolation, textures long buried
fray the landscape of brown and gold.
I pan the horizon, shattered
gray green tuffs plot an
unseen venue, familiar but broken.
‘From behind me a man speaks,
Only one word he utters “Look”
the sound of the syllable barren
I am compelled, commanded!
‘Stretching his arm, the owner
points to a glimmer of light.
Upon the horizons edge. It is small
and hard to see anything other than
the gritty landscape.
‘This glimmer of light, nothing
more than a reflection draws my focus.
I see it now, small but growing
against the bleakness of this
foreign landscape.
‘As it draws closer, I can not see
how it moves over such a barren
landscape. Yet is moving, closer
and now I recognize it to be a
cruise ship.
‘But how can this be, gliding over
land like it was on water?
The movement causes ripples
where the two meet!
This is not so! A ship cannot ride land
like water! And Yet
‘ the gritty uneven land did bob and weave
not unlike the ripples of a pond
The ship drew nearer and it was
a gleaming spectacle
in these hues of destruction.
‘My perplexity deepened upon
inspection of passing rows upon rows
decks and windows sealed and void.
This spectacle of white appeared lifeless
as it moved forward to an untold destination.
“Look” I turn to my left and there is blue
where there was none before. Long
jetties skimmed the surface
revealing familiar blue hues of water.
The hulk of white slipped into this cleared port
the jetties clicked to a closed
position keeping the gritty sludge at bay.
‘Once docked a bay door
pressed down to the parched earth.
A single automobile disembarked
and sped along a dusty path
to some unseen destination.
‘It was then that I awoke, my
breath shallow and my heart pumping,
I looked to my familiar bedroom, clamed by
the breaths of my partner beside me.
I slept once more and yet this dream
haunts me in its entirety.
By Cathryn E Tremain July 2012 – Dream Jan 2011
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