I'm sorry, FunnyFace. I had no idea there was a missing son in your life. I can't even imagine the pain or tell you "I know how you feel." just from a human standpoint, it must be aweful painful, that's all I can say. I'm sorry.
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The ecstasy is so short but the forgetting is so long ~ Walt Whitman
I waste not time by buying time. I squander it by always reaching far
beyond my grasp ~ Rod McKuen
This was funny, but at the same time, I understood it for the truth in there, my father in law suffered with age dementia before he died shortly before his 89th birthday. Poor thing, towards the end, he couldn't even put his socks on right, and he put his shirt on inside out.
I'm so glad I found your Poem about Cefi. What a remarkable journey you had with this stallion. I've bonded with horses, so I know. Truly wonderful tribute to this great horse. Gypsyrose, I can't afford it, but just know if I could, I would give you an Awardicon.
Just know the ribbon is in my heart, that's what it lives.
Whoa! Pull the bridle back, but I can't . . . this Dark Mare is riding off into the night, full speed in her ebony gallop. There is no stopping this incredible force. One can only join its raw and darkened passion or be trambled by it, in the oozing dust.
I am enthralled, frightened, and bow with much respect for such dark words you weave like sinister quilts.
I so identify with this Poem; it is one of the reasons I am a loner. I am married, but have very few friends, because anyone I ever stretched out to you, or reached out for, hurt me to no end, and so today, I recoil rather than chase down a friendhsip that in the end, will have only wanted me for ulterior motive or vile misconcept.
We live in a Land of Disillusion, there is no doubt it, and your Poem here spells it out quite darkly and nicely, m'dear. For you are the Master (Mistress) of the Dark Realm and I comprehend its otherly world, for my eyes peek from those depths, as well. Just not a searing as you, for you are the greatest weaver of dark word to come to life, but I stand behind you, in your shadow, an apprentice.
If this didn't already have a ribbon, I would have awarded one. I'm a big animal lover. All my life, I've wanted my pets "to talk." When I was a child, I would pretend that they could. I'd dress them up and they would play silly roles with me.
As I grew older, this fascination of talking animals never left me. Many books I've read of talking dogs; Dean Koontz's The Watcher, etc.; the woman that spoke to Apes and taught them sign language.
Your story was great and I truly enjoyed it. I was sorry for the ending (I will not relate it here so as not to ruin the outcome for others yet to discover your story). Your imagination is fantastic and on a subject matter dear to a lot of animal lover's hearts.
Haunting ~ like the sad song of an Ocean Goddess who lost her lover at Sea . . . I was pulled under by the depths of this despair . . . I felt each twinge of pain in the ebb and flow.
Remarkable imagery and constant movement within the Soul ~ all from the power of your words, that flow!
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The ecstasy is so short but the forgetting is so long ~ walt Whitman
Such a sad story, and yey for your daughter, even though I don't believe in violence, either, I agree she was just standing up to protect her friend from the cruelty of the kids at school. How awful they would say that to Jesse, after what he had been through.
Extremely sad . . . rocking imagery that suggests we are able to comprehend our deaths, and know when others are mourning over us . . . there is theory that this is true.
I hope it is, that the Everlasting means upon death, we know and move on . . . never forgetting those we left behind.
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