Monday, November 18, 2013

Asimov Was Right

Death doesn't enter on slippered feet. 
It wears hobnailed boots and stomps its way across heart of the Dying, 
   across the hearts of the Children
who glimpse their destinies.
At the end, all wear deep imprints.
All endure the sharp, uncaring footfalls of the master.

I resort to poetry under stress. It must have to do with the succinct immediacy that poetry offers writers. A distillation of emotions. So here they are. My distilled thoughts for the day. 

While I take care of my mom's last business, I won't be posting for a while, but I will honor my commitments to Crystal Collier on 11/21. So until then The Write Game goes dark. Thanks for understanding.


  1. My sympathies are with you. Take the time you need.

  2. Having recently gone through this (and still am), I understand completely. My thoughts and prayers are with you. And I loved your poetic distillations.

    M.L. Swift, Writer

  3. Thoughts and prayers and understanding to with you. I am so sorry... There will come a time when you turn around and find, here and there, very often, things - memories, thoughts, mental pictures - that make you realize how fortunate you were to have the woman who was your mother in your life.

  4. My thoughts are with you. I lost my mother recently too. Stay strong. Know that we are with you.

  5. Dear Lee .. such an emotive Asimov note ... Roland had another way of putting it "they’ve been Loved Into Being" ...

    ... that I think is a lovely way of looking at your mother's passing - such a desperate time for you all ... as it has not been easy for any of you.

    With many many thoughts to you and to all who've recently lost their mothers ... you in particular whose heart is stretched to breaking point as the early days pass ...

    I'll be thinking of you - with lots of hugs - Hilary xoxo

  6. Thank you, each one. I'll be up and running soon and you will all be bloggers I want to stay connected with. You're very kind and very understanding.


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