August Eyes

August is a time of reflection for me. My son ended his life on August 23rd, 1999. And here in Australia, August aches with the knowledge that winter will soon be ending. Winter is my favourite season and yet, spring is full of new beginnings.
August is also difficult for a family I care deeply about. I’m reposting this poem for them.

August Eyes

see with a darkly depth
wispy visions of might have beens
illuminating empty spaces

search for solace
in crimson purple skies
lighting the coming of night

reflect white water
rolling onto the sand
kissing curled toes with icy foam

glisten with joyful rememberings
sun shining on golden hair
the scent of a hug

sparkle in the strengthening sunlight
that warms my face
with September expectations

Tricia 2008

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.

Posted on August 18, 2013, in Poems and tagged , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 6 Comments.

  1. This is a deeply melancholy poem Tricia, which keeps drawing me back to re-read it. Im sure whoever it was intended for has gained much solace from your beautiful words.

    Love and hugs

    • Yes, Christine, it meant a lot to them. It was a year ago today that their then, 2 year old son, was diagnosed with a rare form of leukaemia. Sadly he died this February. He was 3 years old. Life is sometimes heartbreaking.

  2. PS I meant to say Tricia that you are in my thoughts more deeply at this time, which must have many difficult moments but also joyous memories. More hugs xx

  3. It’s the end line that makes this for me – so satisfying and a sense of time moving.

  4. I hope tou feel better soon!

    Extra love and hugs xxxxx

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