Category Archives: poetry of loss

A Thursday Night Channeling

A few weeks later, on one quiet Thursday evening in September, I strongly felt Scott’s presence. I lit a candle Continue Reading →

Denise Helps Me Cross the Bridge

We are together now remember that baby don't get into the idea like the Christians of waiting for glory after Continue Reading →

Looking Up At The Stars

What spiritual purpose was being served by our ongoing relationship? What was mine to know? Though many of these questions remained a mystery, I came to realize that the door that had opened up for me through Dee had forever changed my perception. Those images and insights that had slipped through the crack had quietly transformed me, leaving a sense of poetry and lyricism where only dark hopelessness had once festered. Pain is indeed real, pain is important, but it is only part of the picture. Might not magic also play a role?

Always A Bridge To Connect The Gap – part 3 A Reunion Outside of Time

My love–

hold me hard and close

until I feel me within you

and the ecstasy

is too much to bear.

Scott, 1992

A Spirit Begins To Stir – part one

On a deeper level, Scott’s brief communication offered a message of healing in another important way. During the years we made our way through life together, we had faced everything as a team. All of life’s joys were made sweeter in the sharing, and the inevitable slings and arrows softened by the shield of our love. But yet there I had been on the morning of Scott’s passing, left unable to share this most momentous of experiences with him. I had seen him all the way through, bearing witness to the crowning “experience of a lifetime,” but now felt keenly the depths of my isolation. More than ever before I longed to be with him in this experience, to talk it through with him, to somehow help soften its impact in the sharing. But death had slammed the door shut on me, and hard, leaving me unable to do so.

Cry Unto Heaven: A Sequence Unwinding

Love

starts a life

but not a

relationship

Death

ends a life

but not a relationship

Grief Unbounded: Plunge Into Darkness

and a year of uphill climbing crumbles in an instant… and the future careens as a front runner ready to Continue Reading →

Life in the Shadow of Death

here are times when the melancholia comes in waves and it seems like death washes over me and foams on the shore of my soul and fading faces of former friends fuel my feelings of loss…What comes next who goes next and I wait for the next wave bracing myself with words and the love of a good man who holds me when I weep and shields me from the crash of melancholy surf.

Scott, December 1990