Elegy
Evening comes with homing birds.
The flying wings are slowing down.
Memories want to fill the gaps
at this moment; hunt for pieces
scattered in a room we visit
only after hearing omens,
only after the bad news comes.
Memories want to fill the gaps
at this moment, now. Where did
the white flowers come from? Who lit
the incense sticks? How can I
remember a face so dear?
Evenings come with this one thing,
an assured night to shiver, hug
a blanket, fall in a stoned sleep.
Chana. She is sleeping. Can you?
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elegy haiku
grief at a window
watching night spreading slowly
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I just wish I had time to know her more. I'm a friend of Mairlyn N., so have heard of others, who have left in the one way we'll never expect, but know will happen. Chana is the first one I met, who left so suddenly and unexpectedly.
I hope she has peace she struggled with in life. I know her family doesn't. Thanks for the words to the vague feeling inside me. It helps to see the negative space - the part missing, I'd never have grapsed without your words.
god bless you sir, and friend.
And Dawn has been such a blessing with all her words and notes.
God Bless.
Hugs to you Dawn. You know how I feel.
I've never worked on a library computer before, so excuse dumb question, if it is - Can you upload onto your own PhotoBucket account and go from there? It doesn't use any of the library' computer memory, but, then again, you have to have the devise to go from your "uncooperative" computer to the library computer to Photobucket. (Doesn't sound possible, but asking, just in case.)
"Memories want to fill the gaps/at this moment; hunt for pieces/scattered in a room we visit"
Thank you for posting to The Surreal Circus.
Blessings and best wishes - S.
watching night spreading slowly
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Poddar: Your expressions of your friend are lovely. She obviously touched many lives for the better and will long be remembered by her friends.
So beautiful, I'm so going to miss her.. may her words stay on Gather forever. No, I don't sleep... I know, just know...she's reading these.
Hugs,
Marilyn
Thank you for sharing these. I'll be back later to comment on "Steve's Page" - Robert's memorial to Chana - I'm too much in shock, too saddened right now to say anything coherent or meaningful.
Mine is the same - for reasons I can't mention here, her loss is a great opportunity missed for me, and I fell in my own eyes the moment I heard of her passing . She was trying to reach out to me for solace during the last weeks of her troubled life..and I wasn't able to be there for her. The memory will haunt me forever.
Passing, she taught me something, a painful but valuable lesson of life. She was a truly sweet soul. May she find the peace and joy that she didn't
get in this unfeeling world, in the hereafter....
very beautifully done !!!
Thank you, Kushal!
She was a brave, strong woman of integrity and character, though when I complimented her on the same during the last conversation we had, she humorously passed it off as a glitch in the phone line.... Typically unassuming and self-effacing - and always loving and sensitive to others' feelings.
She never once spoke ill of anyone in the short time that I was granted to know her... that is such a spiritual, beautiful quality. She never ever told me of her health problems, and thus denied me the chance to send her healing. I'm haunted more than ever.
I think the Haiku speaks so much in so few words and strikes the perfect chord felt in all your friend's hearts. You have touched what has touched you so perfectly.
My point is: At the time he died, for a few days out of the blue I was thinking of him AND his sister, who was once my friend. I had thought of them out of the blue, and then more so for a few days, right around the time he died.
Isn't life strange?
beware of the bullet
with many thanks
Mark
Although, I was not connected to Chana, my heart breaks for all of you who were privileged to call her friend.
Well done.
Thanks for posting to my group, Anythingwriting