possibly, quite possibly.
yet ... its difficult to imagine,
when one feels
the cruel and stoney chill
of a dark night.
the darkest of nights ~
one which rears his head every year
in October ~
the month of my youngest son's birth
and also, ironically,
the month of his very painful and permanent
departure from me.
ten days from now he would turn 18 years old.
a tall shadows looms
as i contemplate the could haves ~
how might that flower have unfurled ...
what fruit could it have borne?
expand the post to read the poem, Pieta by RS Thomas
Crowd the horizon,
Remote witnesses
Of the still scene.
And in the foreground
The tall Cross,
Sombre, untenanted,
Aches for the Body
That is back in the cradle
Of a maid’s arms.
RS Thomas
This means challenging my self to compassionate, encouraging, genuine and hostile-free exchanges. It also means contemplating my reaction to the thoughts, feelings and expressions of others, prior to acting upon them. 
4 comments:
Hi
I posted a poem by RS Thomas over at Cruel Virgin and then you posted one in response - so I though I'd come visit to say "hi". He's one of my favourite poets and nice to come across people who like him in return.
Anyway, just a "hello" from me. :)
David
hey david ...
poetry is one of my passions. and yes, RS Thomas was brilliant. Thanx for stopping and saying hi.
Funny. But it seems like October nights can feel colder than November ones.
Since you're not into pity parties: a priest, a rabbi, and a horse walk into a bar. The bartender asks, "What is this? Some kind of Joke?"
I have a stash of Marx Brother movies for cold nights. But if Thomas takes the chill out, go for it.
x-dell ~ clever ... i much prefer a clever joke to the pity thing. besides, my son was a sort of clown ... and a sort of a tease. thank you for that.
yes. Thomas takes the chill out also:
1. watching the mind-numbing silliness of Hockey Night in Canada 2.Hannibal Lecter
3.St. John the Cross
4.reading Karen Armstrong
5.saying the Rosary
... not necessarily in that order.
I have always felt that October nights have the gravest chill. each year I tell myself that I will not feel the chill of these October nights. And each year I fail at this.
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