For all its simplicity, this is up there with a lot of the most profound poems I've ever read.
Nope, somebody’s got it wrong somewhere She needs to find a real doctor She can’t die Just can’t happen.
I recently lost both my grandparents, and I felt the exact same way. I was closer to them than my own parents, friends, relatives, and to me, the world could not exist without them in it.
But here's the thing . . . yes, they can. The sun, the mountains, the ground, the ppl we deem essential . . . we can lose it all. Nothing is permanent. But then, how can the mind cope with that after a lifetime of KNOWING these things are forever, everlasting, inviolate?
And that's what this poem really spoke to me about. That moment of shock . . . the realization that it CAN be lost, that it IS lost, and oh, God, the sky is still turning . . . the sun still . . . how can this be?
I loved this poem, though there is no pretense or artifice . . . the sentiment carried the day.
Again mr.lost sheep, AWESOME POEM>>>>> you should make a poetry book,...ill buy it!Visuals were great again,Emotions well there were very emotional.The stanzas were awesome.the wording was awesome.i guess ur awesome..lol srry who ever i feed back im in a reallly werid mood
wow... it interests me the different ways ppl will approach such a subject. i too have submitted a piece on this site i wrote in regards to hearing my father has a 5yr MAX life expectancy and it is so nothing like this... i guess thats what i love about writing... give two ppl a very similar situation and have two COMPLETELY different outcomes almost...
i love the way you write of your mother... she seems like the most amazing mum ever... an eternal being that just always was and always is and always will be... too give your mum the same status as the rocks and the hills... as the things we sometimes take for granted but we know will always be there...
i think the last stand alone line
At least, my world
gives a feeling of complete and utter fear (in not as many words)... how am i gonna cope without her?! and yet it would seem you have made it this far... as impossible as it seems you have made it a year and i know she'd be hell proud of ya but also shes been with ya the whole way through... she is what makes you you in the grand scheme of things... she taught you lotrsa what you know and who you are...
I love it. It can be taken so many ways. It lets people see how often we take thing for granted. Then it shows how much we depend on certian things and how we feel if they where to ever get taken away. It also shows the confusion and hurt that you felt at that exact moment. That's alway a good thing. Good write, I liked it a lot.
Dearest Lost Sheep, You've captured one of the most terrorizing and powerful emotions I can think of: the very thought of losing one you love more then air. To compare another human to the mountains and the sun, and the profound affect it would have on one's life to have those things so abruptly taken away...this has had a very profound affect on me (I'm sure you know why, love) I hugged my mom after reading this. Thank you for your courage, your words, your laughter, your comfort, your friendship. Thank you for posting this, Steve. The world needs to see it.
This poem astounded me with its clarity and emotionals of denial and hopless pain of someone so dear and essential in your life ...this poem broke my heart when I read "She can’t die Just can’t happen.
Can the sun die? Can a mountain die? Can the ground beneath our feet die? Some things are just always there
And just always will be" `always write poetry, Cheryl.
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