Illusions

by Tanya Southey   Sep 22, 2019


They say you are gone
but I know you are only
out in the garden,
going for a walk,
enjoying the sun

They say you are gone
but I know you are only
just around the corner
peering at the doves
in the tall gum tree

They say you are gone
but I know you are only
floating on a cloud,
relaxed and at one,
contemplating the stars

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  • 2 months ago

    by Poet on the Piano

    Oh, this gave me shivers. There's such a calmness in the tone, almost a sureness, but there's also a twinge of sadness. Because you know absence but you refuse to let it be the definition of "nothing". There is still something to be found in someone's absence. If we think of them at peace, doing what they love, it brings us a consolation too. It's like this battle between reality and what our heart is telling us, that this person physically may be distant, yet their soul is more than just a body.

    • 2 months ago

      by Tanya Southey

      Thanks so much Poet x. Illusions can be terribly comforting.

  • 2 months ago

    by Brenda

    Beautiful Tanya, nominated...

  • 2 months ago

    by Kitty Cat Lady

    Tanya this really is beautiful and says so very much about death and grief so eloquently. :-) x
    =^.^=

  • 2 months ago

    by Star

    I don’t know who or what is lost, but those illusions in some cases aren’t they a good thing? It is a way of consolation, and can ease the grieving.

    • 2 months ago

      by Tanya Southey

      Absolutely and what if the illusions are the truth? xx

  • 2 months ago

    by Ben Pickard

    Tanya, I obviously do not know the identity of whatever/whoever has been lost, but that is largely irrelevant. Pet or person (the former?) are terrible in their own ways and - if literal - then I am sorry.
    But, as cliched as it sounds, and as you allude to, what does 'gone' really mean anyway?

    Take care

    • 2 months ago

      by Tanya Southey

      Thanks Ben, all good here. It was written after a discussion with a friend who lost her husband, yet still feels connected to him in a beautiful way. Really just a universal piece on grief of any sort. xx

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