ReadyTo Go Gentle


This poem was Inspired by Dylan Thomas and the Godless Gross blog titled “On Dave and Death”  August 1st, 2011
 
Ready To Go Gentle – with apologies to Dylan Thomas
 
I know joy I can’t describe
As I watch the break of day
Experience wonder and delight
Watching little children play
And yet
 
I‘m ready to go gentle
Into that goodnight
 
I’ve journeyed with grief
Live with pain
Walked a dark pathway
Learnt to laugh again
And yet
 
I’m ready to go gentle
Into that goodnight
 
The solace of the sea
Loving family and friends
These and so much more I have
When dark doubt descends
            And yet
 
I’m ready to go gentle
Into that goodnight
 
My body breaking down
No longer able to manage a bath
Inside a cheeky child
Friends say I’m bold as brass
And yet
 
I’m ready to go gentle
Into that goodnight
Weary of waiting
For the dying of the light
 
I’m not depressed just ready for death
I know it’s hard to comprehend
I’m happy
And yet
There’s a subtle yearning for my end
 
Tricia 9/8/2011
 
 

About triciabertram

I have written all my life. Writing helps me to make sense of a world I often don’t understand. Poetry is my supreme solace, closely followed by literature and music. When my son ended his life in 1999 I embarked on the most difficult journey of my life, my grief journey. To survive in this unknown, harsh landscape I had to write. It was for me, the only way I could even begin to move forward. Then in 2009 my darling husband died suddenly and so my journey continues. I write about other issues but because of my life experience, grief and death are continuing themes in my writing life. In our culture I believe there is a fear of death, an inability to accept the inevitability of our mortality, and this creates enormous difficulties for the bereaved and those around them. I have begun this blog in the hope I will create a small ripple in the pond of fear that is currently drowning the reality of death and grief. I will continue to skim the stones of my truth, watch them bounce, and see how many ripples I can make.

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