 Lux-Aeterna
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Date: August 19, 2004 @ 12:49 PM
I think that your voice and poetry with the dignity have a meaning more than music. Your poetry has the power of transcending music. Probably, there are not those who advocate an objection about it. AWESOME!!
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 MonnieB
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Date: August 19, 2004 @ 2:22 PM
My father died last year at 53, so this poem touched my heart so much... I could replace some words with father instead of brother, but this impacted me so and i thank you so much for writing and then sharing this with us... It's gorgeous... 
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 MarcSalmon
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Date: August 19, 2004 @ 7:01 PM
Jeeeeez. this is so powerful and has so much meaning. i love your use of metaphor. it's fantastic.
thank you for sharing this with us.
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Rodrica
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Date: August 20, 2004 @ 4:56 AM
Death is the worst thing to have to handle...but somehow you have made sense of it all and allowed us to take a glimpse at things without that overwhelming grief that usually accompanies it. Beautifully written piece! 
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Solipsism
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Date: August 21, 2004 @ 8:36 AM
you're words are really beautiful...fused with deep hidden meanings, your voice carries them perfectly...it's always better to hear rather than read poetry i think as this way, you hear how the writer was feeling when writing it...also it allows you to concentrate solely on the meaning, very beautiful this and your voice is amazing
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tsand19151
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Date: August 21, 2004 @ 6:30 PM
i agree with Solipsism, it's better to hear poetry. My mom passed 6yrs ago. This gives me much needed perspective. Yes, this is beautiful and as I've said before, yuor voice is the perfect messenger.
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 Woof
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Date: August 23, 2004 @ 4:20 AM
The imagery in this fascinates me... so crystalline in their clarity... details which offer photographs of a presence... presences... around us always...
Fascinating...
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 sqrlcub
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Date: September 2, 2004 @ 2:39 PM
I didn't realize you put this one up here from your journal. Still it's very powerful. It has a much different feeling listening to it than simply reading it. It is like the medium makes it very immediate and completely like you are experiencing it all as you speak it.
My sister died when she was 19 and this brings back so many images. It is like reliving it. Anyway, I love how the imagery suggests that he is always around and how he is often in your mind when you let yourself reflect on the silence.
Very beautiful.
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furiousBall
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Date: September 20, 2004 @ 9:35 PM
i just close my eyes and enjoy this. i feel so much autumn in this. "humiliated with naked light" - awesome. brilliant work, very impressive.
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JudgeMental
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Date: November 17, 2004 @ 7:26 AM
You are an excellent writer, your imagery and use of words is very skillful. This particular poem made me a little uncomfortable though. I guess we each have an opinion and I see no beauty in death. I prefer a poet to reach out and give hope, rather than to write about more insular subjects that makes the writer feel as though he's intruding. Perhaps the subject matter was too personal?
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Snoogans775
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Date: January 7, 2005 @ 11:16 PM
This is so open and revealing, not so much as to you, but to the nature of life, and the truth behind our emotions. I could just sit here and bathe in this, but it is short, and so I will have to marinate in the wake of it for a little bit
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 onewhodreams
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Date: May 18, 2005 @ 11:26 AM
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farfor44
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Date: May 24, 2005 @ 7:12 PM
My father died in the year 2000, This
poem makes me realize that he still
exists in everything that lives...This
is truely a beautiful poem, and recited
very well *** Thank you so much ***
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 ShadowMom
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Date: September 29, 2005 @ 11:28 PM
This is so intense...from counting to the crematorium in a few perfect words. And yet, you're right. In the end, it is celebratory. Life is a cycle, and death is part of it. But that is the way it should be. Otherwise, life would not be so precious, would it?
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joycedavis
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Date: February 9, 2006 @ 9:47 AM
your craving or wanting in this poem seem to pull me in deeply. it's almost as if there is a way to contact your brother but it cannot be spoken - or something like that for me. i love your voice. your deep tones and soulfulness. beautiful.
peace-
jd
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Notary04
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Date: April 8, 2006 @ 1:18 PM
I'm probably misinterpretting this one, but there's so much depression in this piece. Most of the images seem to speak of joyless, stagnant life (the endless counting of objects and events, rather than really growing or living; the suffocating silence of open spaces and late summer; the meaningless ritual with the yew...and of course dormant seeds), though you say this is a poem about his still being present and alive for you, so maybe I need look a little deeper...  Beyond my confusion over the focus, however, compliments again on your wonderful wordcraft (especially the river image...so right!)
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