SuperNova Afterglow: End Of Days

Stanley 😔

A Tribute to 💎 Stan Stanley 💎, one of the good ones Writing.com forgot:

The Veld

“So hows life treating you?”
Wobbling my hand,
"comme ci comme ca.”

Phrases I have used countless times
throughout my life
without thinking twice
just carried on with my routine for the day.

(I)n the early hours of the next morning,
when I went to bed,
I was starting to drift into what I call neither world,
neither here nor there.
It is between being awake and sleeping,
my body relaxed
mind at peace with myself.

It is also when I am most vulnerable

to unwarranted fears
and unwanted thoughts.
It was then a thought
lay on the empty stage of my mind,
like a white plastic carrier packet
laying on an empty street at night,
in the circle of a street light,
waiting for the wind to sweep it up.

The thought was waiting for me to carry it away.

Knowing from past experience
trying to sleep would be more exhausting than getting up,
I got up quietly
made myself a cup of coffee
and sat outside on the porch
pondering on the thought:

“So hows life treating you?”

Herman Charles Bosman once said,
"Sometimes at night
when the world is very still,
a soft wind comes sweeping across the veld.
Then, if you are outside and listen very carefully,
you can hear the story it has to tell."


Miss you, my friend.
Brian


All rights belong to him. Attribution to a deeply reflective, poignant man who suffered 'high grade' bladder cancer. My sorrow for his departure from our community.

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