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• Mourning
  by lianne

  Snow falls slow motion / sifting innocently / from a steel grey sky.

• Ecclesiastes for Sixty
  by lianne

  Sixty is a time to weep /    for scattered seeds

  A time for everything…. for remembering, regretting, reviewing, renewing… even at 60+

• The Soap Bubble - Episode 7. Top of the Mourning!
  by Andrew Walker

  Just because I’m paranoid doesn’t mean they are not out to get me…

  humour – what if there was more to the red bubble than just a website?

• The Strong
  by lianne

  ….and March and night and / driving north – /     bleak combination, /     racing as we were, to death on a g…

  My most beloved grandmother died over thirty years ago – 33 actually – this week. I have always hated the month of March for some reason – even as a child. The bitter winds, the sudden snow/ice storms, the promise of spring still far away here in the snow belt, just seemed to exacerbate a kind of winter melancholia that creeps over me in the shortened days and cold nights. But after her death, I came to dread March. Her death left a vacuum in my life that though I felt well loved by many others in my life, no one else could ever fill. She, unlike others, saw no flaws in me – lol – and loved me completely without condition or demand. I miss her still.

• A Special Poem
  by Darren Sharp

  I am with you forever this will always be true / For i am nothing without you!

  Inspired by the Loss of the Moore Family!

• I remember Nell [A year did it all]
  by Ash rebeltherace

  I fell in love Nelly! / I cried myself to sleep each night / I wish I was here for it all you’d say / Your last breath was the end of my smile

  Written to my dear friend Nell / who passed away in her sleep / one year ago tomorrow. There was alot i never said to her, / For that im sorry.

• as with each season's turn of leaf
  by janik

  and darkness fell silent that night / one man’s freedom, another’s fight / such disbelief and questions rife / yet, even in death, there …

  the death of my Father

• Sitting on the Thinking Step
  by Hilary Robinson

  New slogan for environmentalists – Save Water, Buy a Motorhome.

  Thoughts from a campervan in the Mountains of Mourne, Northern Ireland.

• Understanding Depression (A mourning of the Soul)
  by C J Lewis

  The ‘enforced’ feelings of being violently threatened by a husband who had a penchant for living with a fireman’s axe under our bed …

  A brief look at how I came to understand the emotion of depression through my life experiences…and what I learnt from those observations.

• Tower With No Stairs
  by loramae

  A tower built from ruination, reaching high into the clouds that float unhibited through the skies…A place in which to hide away…wond…

  BEWARE….This is another piece from that “Hope Chest”...I thought after reading it again that maybe I should change the title to Insanity…naaaah

• A White Rose For Peter Pan
  by tonimay

  Sketches peaked surreptitiously from under notes on Peter Pan.

  Creative piece I wrote for my HSC English Exam, the aim is to write a story about a journey or a character experiencing change. / Please leave constructive critism.

• i miss you
  by LordDannyl

  Grandpa you’re gone and everyday i miss you, / I remember the times we laughed, played and cried / It was such a shock the day you died, / A…

  This is a poem i wrote shortly after my grandpa died and it reflects how i felt at the time. ive never shown it to anyone untill now. both my parents traveled for work so my grandpa was the one always there to look after me, always taking me to school, and there when i was ill. i’ll always miss him.

• mourning
  by kathleen

  venture into sleep

  venture into sleep

• Kate's Windmill
  by Brett Foster

  I LEAVE BEHIND ME THOSE I LOVE. / Those I love, she thought. The horizontal section of the cross recalled to her though the years and …

• Dove of Peace
  by Bonnie Taylor Barry

  Ever pray about what direction your life’s supposed to take? Jack did and boy did he get his answer!

• Autumn Funeral
  by brummieboy

  And all the dripping mourners / Are feeling so bereft…........

• BLACK DRESS
  by Sally Omar

  She wore a black dress / And veil on her head / Everyone knew / Her husband was dead / She sobbed in the Church / Wept at the grave / She could…

  Please check out my friend Cynthiab’s awesome “Black Dress” artwork and her / other awesome artwork cynthiab

• Columbine
  by Michelle Hitt

  Boundless fury echoes / Bouncing through the empty halls / Screams recalled torment me / As I view these blood-stained walls My fears ris…

• Breathing Fire
  by Roscoe Davis III

  PAST CONSUMED! PAST DISSAPOINTED! PAST ENRAGED! PAST INFUMED! PAST INFATUATION! PAST DAZED!

  I wrote this at a bad moment in my life….

• SAGITTARIUS
  by JaneAParis

  When Marva was in the bath or shower he would just come and jump in with her if she didn’t close the door. He was a very funny dog…

  This story is a reminder that after loss, we must mourn for a while, but then we need to go on…in order to live life, we must renew into the future. “Even death is not permanent, for it must turn to new life…” Buddist teaching. Written for “zodiac 13” competition in Short Stories – Spherical Scriptings.

• Mourning
  by Joanne Schoenwald

  A glistening wind slaps me; / waters the webbing between my fingers / as I flounder, pushing it aside. It carries burning tears of scre…

• Mourning Memories
  by Gregory John O'Flaherty

  I sometimes thank that I have scars / To remind me of things gone wrong

  More about my confused memories, people I think I have met, and children I am told don’t exist

• Surrender
  by MOBIUS

  taste my lips as they caress your thigh / and whimper as i glide my silver to hour heart

  For all of you adept with mesmirism, and desire.

• Inspiration
  by DonnaM

  I feel what you’ve said / and I’ve felt what you feel / My Dad passed on / and that felt unreal / His face was my own / and his voice always …

  I wrote this poem feeling what a friend was feeling due to the loss of his Dad…he inspired me to write about something I could not write about since the death of my own father…Thank you