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Showing posts with label death. Show all posts
Showing posts with label death. Show all posts
Wednesday, 7 May 2025

If knowledge could be set up against mortality…

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Bridge 142, Shropshire Union Canal © 2000  Simon Crosbie for Rosie: Simon’s song (in memory of Simon Crosbie: 25 December 1966 to 24 Apri...
Wednesday, 30 April 2025

The old man and the tarn…

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For Paul Besley … — inspired by him, his writing, and a recent visit to Eel Tarn . As the Sun also rises, so the Moon rests. Its waning gl...
Tuesday, 25 March 2025

Would in thy palm dissolve…

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Conditionality Provoked by yet another hospital visit — this one more promising than most… — and therefore composed over a watchful, tho...
Thursday, 18 November 2021

Farewell, my Little Man…

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And so succeeded. For Felix, with immense gratitude and love… – we shall not look upon your like again. Like Jesus, he came down to Ea...
Saturday, 2 January 2021

And pay no worship to the garish sun…

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before the dawn with thanks… to Barbara Aves (13 March 1936 to 21 December 2020) the daws drive dark before the dawn; gather for the fi...
Thursday, 12 November 2020

The weight of this sad time we must obey…

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I watch, and am become like a sparrow That is alone upon the house-top. – Psalm 102:7 It may have happened a million times. Or it...
Wednesday, 7 October 2020

Unfinished sympathy…

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Seven tsunamis of grief In memory of Marie Ward: 21 September 1930 to 30 March 2021 The land is dry And yet the waves come Silenced a...
Friday, 22 May 2020

Lockdown diary #5:
Enter into his gates with thanksgiving…

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Peacefully, joint in sleep To Eric Ward (10 March 1929 to 19 May 2020) I know what it is to die But not to know that you are dying – A...
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Friday, 3 April 2020

Lockdown diary #3:
You are never parted in the beating of your heart…

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As is so often the case, the body was in virtually flawless condition: the only clue as to its demise the dull eye (ordinarily… extra -ord...
Saturday, 31 August 2019

Let it die as it was born…

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I didn’t even have time to focus my binoculars. The shock slammed them hard against my surprised spectacles: anomalous barriers carving the ...
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Thursday, 18 April 2019

I find myself again with my dear old friend, William Shakespeare…

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I never thought to hear you speak again. – Shakespeare: Henry IV, part II (IV.v.90) I was walking back into the arms of a lifelong frie...
Wednesday, 1 June 2016

And still the light grew and grew…

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At the long day’s (and my short dawdle’s) inception – as I gingerly secured the front door: hat on head; walking stick in hand… – the e...
Friday, 13 May 2016

Wary of the furrows that we’ve churned…

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Who can tell me where I am…? Having worked in agriculture , I struggle to understand those landowners and/or farmers who plant a crop...
Tuesday, 3 November 2015

As pants the hart…

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‘Thou makest thine appeal to me:      I bring to life, I bring to death:      The spirit does but mean the breath: I know no more...
Wednesday, 7 October 2015

It’s National Poetry Day…!

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For the Guardian of Minack (October 1987) This afternoon I found           that you had died      And I was glad           th...
Tuesday, 6 October 2015

Learning to dance with the limp…

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Someone said: grief is the presence of absence. This is very true. – Madge Many of these blog posts are sparked by chance encount...
Wednesday, 18 March 2015

Wall of separation – true humility…
(Part 2: “Parts of it are excellent”)

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The Clouds that gather round the setting sun Do take a sober colouring from an eye That hath kept watch o’er man’s mortality; A...
Monday, 1 December 2014

In memoriam Joseph Ashby…

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If this field… If this field could cry, then it would; If this field could cry, it would cry For hare, for badger, for silence,...
Thursday, 2 October 2014

Summer death…

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The hedgehogs (postscript & epitaph) There were three of them – poor souls – Old before their time it was said We fed our br...
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