Grandfather's Broken Sphere

by Ben Pickard   Oct 29, 2018


He only lingered a single week;
the trials and tribulations of life were now too much.
Happiness had come to play hide-and-seek
and he could not, with joy nor love, remain in touch.

The clock that sat atop the fireplace
had grown old and so was slower too;
each second was more languid and seemed to fill the space
that had once been filled with passion and where love grew.

He knew not where to look in search of meadows green -
the summer's blooms were unadorned with any kind of hue -
the nighttime plagued him with such unhappy dreams
and birds that sang had sung and soared and flew.

A sphere has no start nor has it any end,
but cut in half, its mercurial beauty is no more.
Split thus, the two halves will warp and bend -
the mystery destroyed by the untamed core.

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*My grandfather passed away last week; he could not live without
my grandmother.

Ben Pickard 2018

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  • 1 year ago

    by IdTakeABulletForYou

    Judge's Comment:

    Perfect word choices and haunting sentiments make up yet another masterpiece from Ben, as this time he delves into a raw and brutally honest piece about his grandfather’s struggle in living without his other half. Starting off with the truth, Ben weaves the facts of his grandfather’s passing along with his understanding of why he passed: his wife had gone but a week before him. The tribute to the relationship his grandfather and grandmother had, a circle unadulterated, with the last verse constructed so that the reader understands that, in his grandfather’s eyes, there was no living without his other half. Such absence makes the heart grow weak. As hard as that surely is for Ben, it is comforting to know that the circle is complete as they are surely together once more.

    -Stephen

    • 1 year ago

      by Ben Pickard

      Thank you so much, Stephen, for this and your other comments and your overall time as judge.

  • 1 year ago

    by Guilty By Design

    That last stanza is absolutely beautiful. I’m quite sorry for your loss. My world shattered when I lost my grandmother. I can only imagine the pain of losing two so closely.

  • 1 year ago

    by elyart

    "and birds that sang had sung and sored and flew"

    You possess a powerful mind.

    • 1 year ago

      by Ben Pickard

      Thanks for your comments, elyart

  • 1 year ago

    by CRAFTY KEN

    Ben, I may have offered my condolences previously as I was remined when I clicked on the "Like". Reading it again brought renewed thought of your grief, heartbreaking was when you said that Grandpa couldn't live without her.
    A sphere has no start nor has it any end,
    but cut in half, its mercurial beauty is no more.
    Split thus, the two halves will warp and bend -
    the mystery destroyed by the untamed core.
    These lines remind us of infinity, as you said, they have no beginning or end, I think God through the trillions of circles is revealing himself. The Book of Job declares that God sits on the circle of the earth, its not flat!

  • 1 year ago

    by - Mr. Darcy

    Hi, Ben.

    I am so sorry for not commenting earlier. It's clear how important this man was to you and your family. He is, again, with your grandmother.

    Sorry for your loss.

    Take care.

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