steam from his cup of tea
blinds his sadness
even for awhile
funeral almost over
visitors still pretend
to linger around
white China tea cups
all lined up in the kitchen table
mourning for you
Showing posts with label death. Show all posts
Showing posts with label death. Show all posts
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
Last Cup of Tea
sipping his last cup of tea
funeral visitors left theirs
untouched
unfinished cup of tea
he bids farewell to his
deceased wife
funeral visitors left theirs
untouched
unfinished cup of tea
he bids farewell to his
deceased wife
Saturday, December 19, 2009
The Goddess of Goodbye (Book Review)
The Goddess of Goodbye
By James R. Whitley
Published by Word Press
ISBN 9781934999707
Unforgettable.
Mr. James Whitley’s The Goddess of Goodbye once again proved that death is nothing but a sweet slumber. By reading his poems you can actually feel death breathing on your face with its scent so delicious you could actually taste it on your lips. I felt so deeply moved in Let There Be A Purple Heaven and Covet Not the Flame Her Bright Feathers, you could really feel the pain and longing of the person speaking.
The Goddess of Goodbye is a collection of poem that will open up your soul to the full extent of its consciousness that death is not the end for the person who is dying or for the people who will be left behind but rather a new start, a new beginning of another novel like life. Mr. Whitley’s poems are like sonata lingering in the cold winter night. It will touch the deepest part of your heart and will reconcile with your soul. he pictured his poems with words no one can ever do as it have more life you can actually hear his poems breath. His will echo inside your head and his poems will be your guide for a long, long time.
Mr. Whitley’s Goddess of Goodbye is just one of the best poetry books I’ve read. It is a kind of poetry book you will love to give to your loved ones. The Goddess of Goodbye is a kind of book you will not keep in your book shelves for a very long time as it will stay in your bed for the rest of your life.
To know more about this book and his other works, please feel free to check his website at www.jamesrwhitley.com
By James R. Whitley
Published by Word Press
ISBN 9781934999707
Unforgettable.
Mr. James Whitley’s The Goddess of Goodbye once again proved that death is nothing but a sweet slumber. By reading his poems you can actually feel death breathing on your face with its scent so delicious you could actually taste it on your lips. I felt so deeply moved in Let There Be A Purple Heaven and Covet Not the Flame Her Bright Feathers, you could really feel the pain and longing of the person speaking.
The Goddess of Goodbye is a collection of poem that will open up your soul to the full extent of its consciousness that death is not the end for the person who is dying or for the people who will be left behind but rather a new start, a new beginning of another novel like life. Mr. Whitley’s poems are like sonata lingering in the cold winter night. It will touch the deepest part of your heart and will reconcile with your soul. he pictured his poems with words no one can ever do as it have more life you can actually hear his poems breath. His will echo inside your head and his poems will be your guide for a long, long time.
Mr. Whitley’s Goddess of Goodbye is just one of the best poetry books I’ve read. It is a kind of poetry book you will love to give to your loved ones. The Goddess of Goodbye is a kind of book you will not keep in your book shelves for a very long time as it will stay in your bed for the rest of your life.
To know more about this book and his other works, please feel free to check his website at www.jamesrwhitley.com
Friday, June 26, 2009
Once a Legend...Always a Legend
never alone
a legend now has his
golden wings
*Tribute to Michael Jackson
Fly free, Michael, fly high!!!
a legend now has his
golden wings
*Tribute to Michael Jackson
Fly free, Michael, fly high!!!
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
INGRID (Acrostic Poem)
I-n the hospital she stays N-ight and day enslaved by pain
G-roaning even in her dreams
R-eaching out to God
I-nvisible hand envelopes her
D-eath but a sweet slumber
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