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April 9, 2011
Beautifully crafted, How do you say goodbye? by *La-Serpentia "is a heartfelt, eloquent tribute to a brave man."
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Three days after you started to die,
when it was just you and me,
and while your tongue roamed restlessly
inside your drooping mouth,
I asked how
do you say goodbye?
Do we hold hands -
your baby-soft grip already receding back
and out to sea, with the winking
calm of a rip laying itself
flat, while the surges of your fasiculations
score channels
in the shallow grooves of your ribs.
Do we say the words we already know -
I can see the delay
of words from your brain to your tongue,
and your sunken chest
heaving with measured words and
counted breaths.
Do I study your face, to remember -
the corners
of your eyes are already drifting
half to sleep,
your waterlogged body bobbing, undecided
on the sea or the clouds.
when it was just you and me,
and while your tongue roamed restlessly
inside your drooping mouth,
I asked how
do you say goodbye?
Do we hold hands -
your baby-soft grip already receding back
and out to sea, with the winking
calm of a rip laying itself
flat, while the surges of your fasiculations
score channels
in the shallow grooves of your ribs.
Do we say the words we already know -
I can see the delay
of words from your brain to your tongue,
and your sunken chest
heaving with measured words and
counted breaths.
Do I study your face, to remember -
the corners
of your eyes are already drifting
half to sleep,
your waterlogged body bobbing, undecided
on the sea or the clouds.
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A Delicate Thing
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It rose from the water there, a delicate thing.
Its corroded walls of red and brown,
thin as paper, clung to patchworks of paint.
It rose in the air now, a delicate thing.
It wept the river in streams of reddish brown,
a sea of waterfalls, as clear as fog.
It hugged the earth now, a delicate thing.
Its face still smiles muted and round,
to spite its fate, that crisp death.
It bends and breaks now, a delicate thing.
It is pregnant with white and blue,
matured long ago, that harsh death.
It floated away from there, a delicate thing.
Its body bruised with red and brown,
a violent end, a delicate thing.
But its face still smil
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Selachimorpha da Spazio
Captain Broahm hadn't been asleep nearly long enough when he was dumped unceremoniously from his bunk onto the floor. Cursing, he'd barely gotten his bearings before the ship righted itself, tossing him backwards into the bulkhead, sending a blinding flash of lightning through his already aching head.
His left eye clouded, and he wiped at the blood that was pooling there from a fresh gash on his forehead.
"Bugger," he grumbled, pulling himself upright with help from the cargo nets lining the sleeping quarters.
Staggering out of the still swaying cabin into the hallway, he climbed the ladder onto the bridge and found the first officer white
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winter has swallowed the world
winter has swallowed the world today,
his blistering fury biting at faces
and speckling tree trunks and window
panes. he disguises all things, provides
a pure slate of marble dust that blankets
every surface. when he finally settles down,
all things settle with him. the pine forest
has become a herd of mammoths, weary branches
quietly sweeping the ground below.
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My father passed away on 19th October 2009 from Motor Neurone Disease. It is a horrible disease in which your nerves slowly stop working, so you slowly lose the ability to move (usually waist down or waist up first). The unusual thing for him is that he was in an extraordinary amount of pain, not usual for this disease
He eventually decided he wanted to be "helped" in his death, so he went into hospital one day, and had some very strong painkillers that sent him eventually into a coma.
He was sick for 5 years in total. And he was a very closed off man emotionally. I have always wanted to attempt to write something about his passing, and this is my attempt.
Now there are some things in this that are specific and meaningful. Fasiculations, for example, are muscle twitches, and very much a part of MND. He had these constantly, and not just on his skin but could feel his organs twitching - highly uncomfortable.
Anyway, this poem is about the time 3 days after he had been in hospital and we had noticed that his lucidity was fading rapidly, and thus it was time to say goodbye, and my struggle to know the right thing to do.
So this aside, despite it being personal, please please tell me what you think.
He eventually decided he wanted to be "helped" in his death, so he went into hospital one day, and had some very strong painkillers that sent him eventually into a coma.
He was sick for 5 years in total. And he was a very closed off man emotionally. I have always wanted to attempt to write something about his passing, and this is my attempt.
Now there are some things in this that are specific and meaningful. Fasiculations, for example, are muscle twitches, and very much a part of MND. He had these constantly, and not just on his skin but could feel his organs twitching - highly uncomfortable.
Anyway, this poem is about the time 3 days after he had been in hospital and we had noticed that his lucidity was fading rapidly, and thus it was time to say goodbye, and my struggle to know the right thing to do.
So this aside, despite it being personal, please please tell me what you think.
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