Reflection in the pool
pandora
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After the funeral yesterday we made a much needed stop at the liquor store,
went home to take a much needed float in the pool,
with a much needed lemonade and vodka, extra lemon, extra vodka.
With the sun waning but still warm on my tanned skin
I was reminded I was still alive and all I would miss if I weren't.
I look over to see JB floating next to me,
reflective sunglasses showing the world as he sees it.
Me on my floatie, framed in blue rippling water,
peaceful yet sad, my eyes puffy from crying.
The tall trees swaying in a wonderful steady breeze
that occasionally carries the sweet smell of lily.
Flowers reflected, a celebration each one,
yellow, pink, purple, orange.
Tiki guy with unruly asparagus fern "hair" growing wildly,
standing guard over our world.
The doggies watching this world go by
from under the shaded tree there on the pool deck.
As I look at JB, a little sad smile moves his lips,
I return the favor and the words echo in my thoughts,
'Please Lord do not take this man from me anytime soon' .
Our thoughts are in sync as often they are and he takes in a deep breath
letting the words flow out on exhale,
"I love you, please don't ever leave me".
Floating there quietly our minds retrace the events of the day.
It is always sad to say goodbye, even if it has been a long full life
but 49 and sudden brings a certain solemn.
She was the wife of a member of a local biker group.
We pull up to the funeral home to a line of beautiful bikes, a multitude of color,
helmets hang from the handlebars.
We are biker wannabes,
hanging with them at our local south side bars.
Where the food is good, drinks cheap, live bands dependable.
Never a dull moment.
The bikers are friendly, loyal, generous folk who do not judge others.
These being qualities I so admire in people.
JB really wants a bike of his own but hasn't taken the leap.
He longingly looks over each bike and his sad puppy dog eyes end in mine.
I give him the answer I always do "Go for it!"
Inside the funeral home new life and past life meet in a small room to the right.
Tiny newborn cousins are rocked next to Grandma laid in her coffin for final respects.
Another room holds many smiling pictures of a life past and TV plays videos of happy times.
Sign the book, take the announcement, try to read it but its too sad,
"Miss me but not for long"
I will save that for another day already fighting back the tears.
The ceremony begins with "Arms of an Angel" by Miss Sarah.
Not many dry eyes after that, even amongst the otherwise tough tattooed men.
A few people speak of love shared, funny moments, cherished times spent.
She had not wanted anything religious but a nephew does approach the subject,
God and the Bible.
Not connecting much with the crowd but attempting to send a thoughtful message
He begins with verse.
I love words, beautiful words placed just right that they pull at the heart.
For me this is not the Bible. This I am sorry for.
From his speech he is telling us to mourn.
That mourning is looked upon by God as a better state of soul than rejoicing.
I guess I am sitting pretty with God then.
I have found nothing to rejoice in this passing,
just profound sadness and loss.
He reminds us we will all come to this place.
A time to be judged by God.
This thought I have trouble with.
My revelation tells me not to judge others.
That spiritual growth can only come once we let that go.
With God being the highest of all spirits,
I don't feel in my heart he will be judging me.
Instead I will be finally accepted for exactly who I am.
Held in the embrace of absolute unconditional love.
My thoughts return to the young man's words and he is saying
now would be a great time to reflect on our own lives.
This a good thought for me.
Reflection.
If there is a plan, if everything happens for a reason
then let reflection be the reason for this untimely passing.
So here on my floatie in the healing sunshine,
as the warmth of God covers me.
I appreciate all that I have been given.
I acknowledge the blessings and say 'thank you Lord'.
I worship this awe inspiring world that He has created for us.
I feel the love. The greatest blessing in life. The reason for life itself.
I accept my flaws and those of others as we are all really the same in the end.
And I will live my days the best I can
until I myself am in the arms of an Angel.
went home to take a much needed float in the pool,
with a much needed lemonade and vodka, extra lemon, extra vodka.
With the sun waning but still warm on my tanned skin
I was reminded I was still alive and all I would miss if I weren't.
I look over to see JB floating next to me,
reflective sunglasses showing the world as he sees it.
Me on my floatie, framed in blue rippling water,
peaceful yet sad, my eyes puffy from crying.
The tall trees swaying in a wonderful steady breeze
that occasionally carries the sweet smell of lily.
Flowers reflected, a celebration each one,
yellow, pink, purple, orange.
Tiki guy with unruly asparagus fern "hair" growing wildly,
standing guard over our world.
The doggies watching this world go by
from under the shaded tree there on the pool deck.
As I look at JB, a little sad smile moves his lips,
I return the favor and the words echo in my thoughts,
'Please Lord do not take this man from me anytime soon' .
Our thoughts are in sync as often they are and he takes in a deep breath
letting the words flow out on exhale,
"I love you, please don't ever leave me".
Floating there quietly our minds retrace the events of the day.
It is always sad to say goodbye, even if it has been a long full life
but 49 and sudden brings a certain solemn.
She was the wife of a member of a local biker group.
We pull up to the funeral home to a line of beautiful bikes, a multitude of color,
helmets hang from the handlebars.
We are biker wannabes,
hanging with them at our local south side bars.
Where the food is good, drinks cheap, live bands dependable.
Never a dull moment.
The bikers are friendly, loyal, generous folk who do not judge others.
These being qualities I so admire in people.
JB really wants a bike of his own but hasn't taken the leap.
He longingly looks over each bike and his sad puppy dog eyes end in mine.
I give him the answer I always do "Go for it!"
Inside the funeral home new life and past life meet in a small room to the right.
Tiny newborn cousins are rocked next to Grandma laid in her coffin for final respects.
Another room holds many smiling pictures of a life past and TV plays videos of happy times.
Sign the book, take the announcement, try to read it but its too sad,
"Miss me but not for long"
I will save that for another day already fighting back the tears.
The ceremony begins with "Arms of an Angel" by Miss Sarah.
Not many dry eyes after that, even amongst the otherwise tough tattooed men.
A few people speak of love shared, funny moments, cherished times spent.
She had not wanted anything religious but a nephew does approach the subject,
God and the Bible.
Not connecting much with the crowd but attempting to send a thoughtful message
He begins with verse.
I love words, beautiful words placed just right that they pull at the heart.
For me this is not the Bible. This I am sorry for.
From his speech he is telling us to mourn.
That mourning is looked upon by God as a better state of soul than rejoicing.
I guess I am sitting pretty with God then.
I have found nothing to rejoice in this passing,
just profound sadness and loss.
He reminds us we will all come to this place.
A time to be judged by God.
This thought I have trouble with.
My revelation tells me not to judge others.
That spiritual growth can only come once we let that go.
With God being the highest of all spirits,
I don't feel in my heart he will be judging me.
Instead I will be finally accepted for exactly who I am.
Held in the embrace of absolute unconditional love.
My thoughts return to the young man's words and he is saying
now would be a great time to reflect on our own lives.
This a good thought for me.
Reflection.
If there is a plan, if everything happens for a reason
then let reflection be the reason for this untimely passing.
So here on my floatie in the healing sunshine,
as the warmth of God covers me.
I appreciate all that I have been given.
I acknowledge the blessings and say 'thank you Lord'.
I worship this awe inspiring world that He has created for us.
I feel the love. The greatest blessing in life. The reason for life itself.
I accept my flaws and those of others as we are all really the same in the end.
And I will live my days the best I can
until I myself am in the arms of an Angel.
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i am crying now, both with sadness
and with the beauty of your words
thank you for sharing
when i came to the part
"Tiny newborn cousins are rocked next to Grandma laid in her coffin for final respects.
Another room holds many smiling pictures of a life past and TV plays videos of happy times.
Sign the book, take the announcement, try to read it but its too sad,
"Miss me but not for long"
the tears began to flow freely and haven't stopped yet.
I am so sorry for your loss
Your writing expresses your feelings gorgeously
jo
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"How I choose to feel is how I am." ~ EV/MMc
"Some people hear their own inner voices with great clearness and they live by what they hear. Such people become crazy, or they become legends." ~ One Stab ~
And ride with his brothers, your father will be smiling on you all.
Thank you for sharing your kind words and sharing in my sorrow. It is this sharing that is the good that comes out of tragedy. We are blessed to have each other. We are so blessed to be alive. Enjoy your day and thank you for your poems, they touch hearts and arouse thought.
hang in there.
and beautiful.
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
want to be enlightened"
A pat on the back and "Oh, it'll be all right" seems foolish and to wallow with the person "Oh, how will the family go on?!" seems unhelpful.
I liked what you wrote though. It was visually descriptive and it projected some feelings. :geek:
I guess I feel a hug and some crying is the best response. {{{Pandora}}}
A hug for the words we can not find and tears for the words we do.
Thanks for the hugs, means so very much to me. And when PJ plays the south the celebration is on!
I am for once at a loss for words,...
you are in my thoughts my friend.
"To question your government is not unpatriotic --
to not question your government is unpatriotic."
-- Sen. Chuck Hagel
Take comfort in your wonderful husband, you both will help each other get through this. My thoughts are with you always.
You'r cool do you know that? I am sorry for your loss, I'm glad you found a place to release, that is what I do hear I have energies that were never wanted....has anyone heard of a chick on her .
What's better than a cigar? Ed with a sitar
I too am happy to be here and my writing of late has not only been a release but really one of reflection of my life. My hope is to touch hearts and unite them and selfishly I take a fulfillment from that which is hard to express.
At this time in my life, being a generation older than some here and at least 15 -20 years older than most, my head is really in a different place. Pearl Jam has been a huge part of my life and it feels right to be here as I near the end of it.
So thank you for caring and sharing with me. The friendships I have made I truly value, perhaps I will be fortunate enough to meet some of you still. If not I will know you when we meet on our journey from here to there.
We will be the ones with a Pearl Jam song in our hearts and we will all.....
"wave to all my friends" :wave:
Nice work.
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I truly got such a clear picture in my mind reading that.
Take care..........
Where I'm not ugly and you're lookin' at me
Thank you eyed means a lot to me
oh so sad. your dad must have been a wonderful man. you should take up the offer to ride w/his buds and take the trip to sturgis...it may be a great release for you...and no doubt a wonderful trip and experience.
i sure hope you do hang in there and stick around with us for the long haul. i know we aren't "friends" in the physical sense of the word, but i feel close you you from reading your words and the feelings you express on the pit. maybe one day we can be closer...but for now, this is what we have. i think you're a great guy with a wonderful depth of feeling and understanding, and that you're here to do something wonderful with this life.
so, hang in there and know that you're loved.
hope you find your peace
RIP Big Al
HUGS
xoxoxoxox
jo
jo
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"How I choose to feel is how I am." ~ EV/MMc
"Some people hear their own inner voices with great clearness and they live by what they hear. Such people become crazy, or they become legends." ~ One Stab ~
They DO live on in us. My dad passed it will be five yrs on July 17, it would have been his 85th birthday on June 28. I know that seems like a long time for a Dad to be around...plenty of time to do and say all the things that needed doing or saying. But it just isn't....I don't think it ever is. I miss him dearly...I so wish he would have stayed to meet his great-grandsons...(he fathered all girls and all the great-grandbabies, all 5, are boys....he would have been in his glory!)
I suppose we could go on and on and on.
It 's so nice to know that, like you said Daniel, we have real true friends on here that we can talk with, debate with, commiserate with, and give and receive love in return.
I'm so happy to have met you. You're a very special person Daniel.
(I live in Pottstown...after moving from Sharon Hill in April so we're practically neighbors!
I don't remember meeting up at any of the recent shows...but there's always next year.
Be Sound
love, hugs and kisses
Peace. Love. Pearl Jam
jo
:>ox<:
jo
http://www.Etsy.com/Shop/SimpleEarthCreations
"How I choose to feel is how I am." ~ EV/MMc
"Some people hear their own inner voices with great clearness and they live by what they hear. Such people become crazy, or they become legends." ~ One Stab ~