Listen to Tove Lo’s album 'QUEEN OF THE CLOUDS’ here http://po.st/QOTC Music video by Tove Lo performing Stay High. (C) 2014 Universal Music AB
Kinda feel like this after the death of my father. Also. Been hard to create meaning without him.
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Listen to Tove Lo’s album 'QUEEN OF THE CLOUDS’ here http://po.st/QOTC Music video by Tove Lo performing Stay High. (C) 2014 Universal Music AB
Kinda feel like this after the death of my father. Also. Been hard to create meaning without him.
Spring Cleaning a Year After Your Death
A new year starts with discarding
the things we no longer need
I am told
It feels wrong to throw out gifts from you
given a life’s time ago
What does it matter then that the lemon zester is blunt
or that the pattie maker never worked
that the pressure cooker sits quiet and opened
or the book on Low GI was never read
I have no future surprise from you to colour these spaces
But I know that if I hold on too long
that the dust on the appliances that don’t work
and the silence from the unread books
will suffocate me
So I watch myself from the corner of my kitchen
as I throw into cheap black bags from Checkers
the broken objects of your thoughtfulness
and breathe deeply.
Spring cleaning
a year after your
Death.
Tonight last year was the last time you ever spoke. It has been a year of words and pictures and grief for me- repeating you, all the memories I hold, watching the grief for you break into me. Needing to keep my business going but also needing to be still, to be with the wind, to find you in it.
In two days you will be dead. I don’t think there is much I would have changed. I have no regret. Except for songs new to me I wish I could play you now. Here is one of them, Nnagh. I know you would have loved this.
A year ago you were alive today
I cradle you daily in the space between breathing in and breathing out
It is a small place that I cannot stay in long a safe space but also the precursor of Death and hope sometimes I will find you there in the shallows in all of your magic.
Watching stars.
Through the Forest of Grief we go.
Breathing and You
I find you when i hold my breath In the space the hollow between breathing in and out Tender Familiar But dangerous if one dwells too long.
Sea Salt Walking
Mom came to visit
and we tried to walk your death
out of us
with frozen yoghurt
great distances of Ocean
and my tears
They say the best way out
is always through
but I fear the "throughness of things"
will crumble my mother's almost 80 year old bones
that the pressure of
struggling to live with the death of you
will dissolve the secret passages inside
and leave me lost and stuck in my own labyrinth
of sadness
I cried all the way to the airport
with her
as we both admitted that nine months
after your death
we were both even sadder than
at the beginning.
Better still than through
perhaps.
When you can tell your truth without tears, you have healed.
Missing my dad so much this morning - feels wintry, cold and empty inside.
After the Hollow Eyed Times
It is right that things should change
from those hollow eyed times
There are others that await me now
when I wake
no longer just thoughts of you
and my loss
But when I see pictures of you
and the hurt starts again
in my jaw and my throat and my stomach
I know that I have not caged this
merciless, crafty animal of Grief yet
I will
one day
and I know there will be no prize.
Back on YouTube, this beautiful live version of Nothing Rhymed, by the Master himself!
Six months after the death of my father - my heart feels like a wasteland today. Soldiering on...
Acceptance
And as the birds outside stir me into waking
I see your face in front of me
and tears fall down my pillow.
My beautiful, brave strong father
taken to other places
to do more of his exquisite work.
Look for shelter - in words, in thoughts, in music, in glances and lines of care.
Sing me to Sleep
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3TEXs5CXHyY
As Father's Day approaches - sing me to Sleep