These conversations of ours
It feels like you are forever in my presence
moreso than when you walked the earth
So agreeable, and still with the jokes
Don’t you have somewhere else to be?
What type of grieving is this?
– these conversations of ours
Pat
8/08/2022
For dVerse Poets Pub where the host, De, gives the word Type to be used in a quadrille (a 44 word poem created at dVerse). To participate or just read, go here
Really heart wrenching in a subtle way. Loved ones live with us, almost tangibly even after they’re gone. Great poem.
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I appreciate your thoughts on this. Thank you.
Pat
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Oh, Pat. This is a poem for sitting beneath shady trees in the summer, remembering. It makes me think of Ricky Gervais’ After Life and the woman he meets in the cemetery, talking to her husband, sharing her day with him. For me, that was such a touching observation.
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Am not familiar with that work but I can see what you mean. I can relate to her. At times I feel like I’m losing it because these moments feel so real. But then I come to this place where I recognize it as grieving, and as somewhat normal. Thanks for commenting Jane
Pat
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It’s a way of letting go gently. I don’t believe there is anything after death, only what we keep alive with our memories. Keep talking to him as if he”s there, and in a way, he is.
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Never thought of it that way, but letting go gently might just be what this is all about. I like this idea.
Pat
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xxx
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This is so poignant Pat. Life is mysterious, and death even more so. (K)
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You’re right. This should be freaking me out, but it’s not. Thanks (K).
Pat
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Poignant yet beautiful!
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Thank you Eugi.
Pat
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You’re welcome.
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Awww. This is so bittersweet. I think there are infinite ways to mourn, as well as seasons. Hugs.
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Thank you
Pat
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What type of grieving is this? It is the healing type. I believe there is something on the other side. So if a bit of conversation eases the pain, let the words commence.
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Yeah, some of it must be working. I’m remembering his corny dad jokes.
Pat
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For the first month after the deaths of my parents, I probably spoke to them daily. And, very year after my father’s death in 1993 I would make a point to sit on the ground at his grave marker on Father’s Day, trimming and scraping the sod and weeds that would try to grow over it. I would spend that time talking to him about myself and family events from the previous year. I continued that when my mother died in 2008. I moved to Missouri in 2012. Every trip back to Buffalo to visit family includes a visit to talk with my parents. They’re normal (one-sided, of course) conversations, and they don’t upset me, but I get teary-eyed just thinking about it, now.
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Talking is good. Feels like therapy. It’s one crazy situation as the anniversary rolls around for both my husband and my mom. Ten days apart, last year.
Pat
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❤
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Such a tender, touching verse.
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Thank you.
Pat
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You are welcome.
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Ooh! You pulled on my heartstrings with this one, Pat! Beautiful! ❤
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Thank you Vashti.
Pat
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You’re welcome.💕
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So moving and meaningful as I think of all the different versions of grief. This was a beautiful way to use the quadrille word.
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Thank you Mish. I don’t even know what stage I’m in at this point. Still mad, I think.
Pat
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Pat that sounds like the best kind of grieving there is. I bet you that your loved one is having a grand time beyond the veil also. ❤
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I hope so🙂
Pat
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❤
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Truly genius, Pat. I wonder if my mother feels the same way… the way she talks about my father makes me think that she does…
Much love,
David
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Thank you David, appreciate your kind words.
Pat
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