Mortality
a poem13 total reviews
Comment from Janet Foor
A moving and heartfelt poem with vivid imagery. Our mortality becomes more and more in our thoughts as we get older as do those around us. The last few years, it has been in my thought process due to my husband health.
Thank you for sharing.
Blessings
Janet
reply by the author on 07-Jan-2025
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A moving and heartfelt poem with vivid imagery. Our mortality becomes more and more in our thoughts as we get older as do those around us. The last few years, it has been in my thought process due to my husband health.
Thank you for sharing.
Blessings
Janet
Comment Written 06-Jan-2025
reply by the author on 07-Jan-2025
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I knew my father hated losing agency over his life.
Comment from royowen
I think that all our lives, its footprint, it's memory will pass from view, but our legacy will march on in the human letters we leave in our children and their offspring, well done Bill, good luck, blessings Roy
reply by the author on 05-Jan-2025
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I think that all our lives, its footprint, it's memory will pass from view, but our legacy will march on in the human letters we leave in our children and their offspring, well done Bill, good luck, blessings Roy
Comment Written 05-Jan-2025
reply by the author on 05-Jan-2025
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Thank you, Roy.
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Well done
Comment from Lana Marie
This is thought provoking from the beginning to the end as you think about life in your prime with all your abilities, possessions, and status and at the end of our life's abilities, status, and possessions are all condensed in a small space waiting for the inevitable... Eternal destination.
Sorry for the long run-on sentence. this puts things into perspective when you see someone rise in power and then at the end, they are humbled for what they are not capable of doing anymore. So many thoughts, swirling around in my mind by all the different people that I have met over the years that may have been intimidating at one point.
Thanks for sharing.
Happy Sunday.
reply by the author on 05-Jan-2025
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This is thought provoking from the beginning to the end as you think about life in your prime with all your abilities, possessions, and status and at the end of our life's abilities, status, and possessions are all condensed in a small space waiting for the inevitable... Eternal destination.
Sorry for the long run-on sentence. this puts things into perspective when you see someone rise in power and then at the end, they are humbled for what they are not capable of doing anymore. So many thoughts, swirling around in my mind by all the different people that I have met over the years that may have been intimidating at one point.
Thanks for sharing.
Happy Sunday.
Comment Written 05-Jan-2025
reply by the author on 05-Jan-2025
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Thank you, Lana
Comment from Regina Elliott
A stunning poem on the ageless subject of our own
mortality. So well penned and
timeless, Bill. Some of us think of our mortality more
than others. I hope you're having a serene Yuletide.
reply by the author on 12-Dec-2024
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A stunning poem on the ageless subject of our own
mortality. So well penned and
timeless, Bill. Some of us think of our mortality more
than others. I hope you're having a serene Yuletide.
Comment Written 12-Dec-2024
reply by the author on 12-Dec-2024
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Our grandchildren keep Christmas from becoming a humbug experience.
Comment from Mary Vigasin
A moving heart wrenching poem. It tears at the heart for those who have left us unexpectedly (my brother 2 months ago) or my husband where Huntington's is slowly wasting his body and cognitive ability. Just stunning and soulful.
Mary
reply by the author on 10-Dec-2024
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A moving heart wrenching poem. It tears at the heart for those who have left us unexpectedly (my brother 2 months ago) or my husband where Huntington's is slowly wasting his body and cognitive ability. Just stunning and soulful.
Mary
Comment Written 10-Dec-2024
reply by the author on 10-Dec-2024
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Thank you, Mary, for the powerful review. I sat with my dad through the end.
Comment from tempeste
When I was a kid I thought my parents knew everything and could resolve everything.
I was in my early teens when one day finally I realised they didnt have the answers nor the solution to every problem.
I never gave much thought to death until my mother died suddenly, in a blink of an eye she was gone.
On the other hand my father grew old and weaker and it pained me to see his world become smaller, shrink.
He loved to travel as my parents ran their own travel business for 15 years.
Just getting out of bed into the wheelchair was a feat.
I watch our leaders and their lust for power , they drag nations to war and spend billions on warfare.
Biden's cognitive abilities are deteriorating , his Party lost the elections one would think he would just leave quietly, nope .. he is doing his utmost to start WW3.
More death and destruction will be his legacy.
Zelensky and Netanyahu have brought ruin to Ukraine and Israel.
Yet they continue their bellicose ways despite being two dead men walking.
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When I was a kid I thought my parents knew everything and could resolve everything.
I was in my early teens when one day finally I realised they didnt have the answers nor the solution to every problem.
I never gave much thought to death until my mother died suddenly, in a blink of an eye she was gone.
On the other hand my father grew old and weaker and it pained me to see his world become smaller, shrink.
He loved to travel as my parents ran their own travel business for 15 years.
Just getting out of bed into the wheelchair was a feat.
I watch our leaders and their lust for power , they drag nations to war and spend billions on warfare.
Biden's cognitive abilities are deteriorating , his Party lost the elections one would think he would just leave quietly, nope .. he is doing his utmost to start WW3.
More death and destruction will be his legacy.
Zelensky and Netanyahu have brought ruin to Ukraine and Israel.
Yet they continue their bellicose ways despite being two dead men walking.
Comment Written 07-Dec-2024
Comment from Dolly'sPoems
This is a deeply moving poem Bill and reminded me of the time I sat by my husband's bed when he was very ill. He seemed so small too, yet his impact on my life was huge. I miss him so much and I still can't quite believe he has gone after 15 years. Your poem brought a tear to my eye Bill, love Dolly x x x
reply by the author on 06-Dec-2024
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This is a deeply moving poem Bill and reminded me of the time I sat by my husband's bed when he was very ill. He seemed so small too, yet his impact on my life was huge. I miss him so much and I still can't quite believe he has gone after 15 years. Your poem brought a tear to my eye Bill, love Dolly x x x
Comment Written 06-Dec-2024
reply by the author on 06-Dec-2024
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Thank you, Dolly. Sometimes the sense of life and where we are in it comes through.
Comment from lyenochka
Wow, I didn't know you to be such a reflective poem, Bill. Virtual six!
Loved your honest portrait of human mortality. It feels like a description of the last hours of someone's father. Thanks for reworking and sharing.
reply by the author on 06-Dec-2024
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Wow, I didn't know you to be such a reflective poem, Bill. Virtual six!
Loved your honest portrait of human mortality. It feels like a description of the last hours of someone's father. Thanks for reworking and sharing.
Comment Written 06-Dec-2024
reply by the author on 06-Dec-2024
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Thank you, Helen. This is from my reflection on the last days with my dad as my brother and I sat through his final days.
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That part came through. Your emotion was more relatable than Dylan Thomas's "Do not go gentle into that good night."
Comment from nomi338
During our weak and submissive childhoods, we were intimidated by the height and breadth of the adults in our lives. For the most part we dared not oppose anything they told us to do. After we became adults, and they shrank into old age, we began to realize that the power now rested with us and it felt strange and some how empowering.
reply by the author on 06-Dec-2024
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During our weak and submissive childhoods, we were intimidated by the height and breadth of the adults in our lives. For the most part we dared not oppose anything they told us to do. After we became adults, and they shrank into old age, we began to realize that the power now rested with us and it felt strange and some how empowering.
Comment Written 06-Dec-2024
reply by the author on 06-Dec-2024
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It was surprising to see how much my dad wanted to remain in control of us, as he did in our youth.
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As a dad it can be hard to let go.
Comment from kahpot
Your descriptions of ageing are sadly true, for some they witness their whole world vanishing before them, I had a good mate sadly pass from cancer, I remember him saying, that since he informed every one of his condition, communication-visits, phone calls diminished, very well written****kahpot
reply by the author on 06-Dec-2024
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Your descriptions of ageing are sadly true, for some they witness their whole world vanishing before them, I had a good mate sadly pass from cancer, I remember him saying, that since he informed every one of his condition, communication-visits, phone calls diminished, very well written****kahpot
Comment Written 05-Dec-2024
reply by the author on 06-Dec-2024
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Thank you, kahpot. It seems sad how all the boats push away from the sinking ship.
