Cie says: Thank you, Dolly. I love it!
Dolly wants to clarify: I'm the finder, not the artist. I can barely draw stick figures!
A Fading Dream
It seems so cruel
That the fates make you a toy
Collecting dust in some forgotten room
Your life is already lost
Your thoughts encased in frost
Your song silenced
I wish that the fairies would open the door to the realms beyond
Allowing you to fly free
Such a soft, fragile soul
Would fade quickly from this unkind place
Would a smile grace your pretty face
As you vanished in a puff of mist
Dolly
and
Cie
Heartbreaking. Thank you for writing this lovely poem.
ReplyDeleteKind thanks. We had tears in our eyes while we were writing it.
DeleteYep, Dolly was trying to help me feel better, but she ended up bawling too.
DeleteThanks for being there, D. <3
I love this idea, "fates make you a toy/Collecting dust in some forgotten room" the tone throughout...great write.
ReplyDeleteThank you. The fates make toys of us all, but this poor guy got the shaft in such a nasty way that I find it hard to reconcile myself to what's happened to him. I'm a Buddhist and the nearest I can figure is that by dying in this awful way, his soul is still teaching people compassion, even though he has no idea about anything going on around him any more.
DeleteDolly, seldom have I seen a more cruel fate for a person who only tried to do good. It just makes me pure mad, and I think when I get to the other side, there will be some ass to kick because how dare the powers that be hurt him this way.
DeleteLeaving with a smile is a noble thing. It exudes feelings of friendship and togetherness when saying goodbye is easy! Great lines Dolly!
ReplyDeleteHank
Thank you Hank. I'm the poem's co-author. Actually what we were trying to capture was the idea of breathing a sigh of relief. The man to whom the poem is dedicated is gravely ill and has been in deteriorating health, losing not only his physical abilities but his cognition for quite some time. It's a heartbreaking thing.
DeleteSo sorry to hear of it Cara! This is one moment when even a soft voice from a loved one will mean a lot. Little connections from time to time will help raise his spirits. A noble thing for you to give the time for a very good cause. With best wishes Ma'am!
DeleteHank
Thank you Hank. I believe that the soul remembers kindnesses even when the physical brain no longer functions properly. This is such a grievous thing; its hard to fathom that it is happening for any kind of reason.
DeleteI really like the line "your thoughts encased in frost." Well wordled.
ReplyDeleteThank you. That line was Dolly's. I thought it was really inspired too. :-)
DeleteI agree with Sabra. That line is esp., appropriate.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Debi, on behalf of Dolly, since it was her line! :-)
DeleteBeautiful and heartbreaking, I love how you used the imagery of the fairies and the world beyond.
ReplyDeleteYou know me, I'm a huge wet blanket. Dylan was comforting me on an off for hours after I found out about this.
ReplyDeleteIt's hugely ironic because Malcolm was incredibly smart. Apparently he hardly ever wrote things down, he just remembered them. That he would end up in this state just seems like a huge slap in the face from the cosmos.
I think about how if there was a physical attacker, my huge 6 foot 2, 330 pound self could take it down and he'd be safe. But there isn't a damn thing my brawn could do in this case--not a damn thing any of us can do. That's what makes something like this so scary and sad.