Welcome, my dear digital friends.
Where do you find solace from loss?
At some point in our lives, it’s likely we will deal with the loss of someone we love dearly. Attempt to manage that profound grief that needs to be contained lest it swallow us heart and soul.
This poem attempts to tackle that notion through the metaphor of escaping into nature.
But what other escapes do we conjure? Real or contrived?
Let there be no doubt that writing, for many of us, is the greatest escape mechanism available. Why not dive into an alternate reality where your own pain can sit on a shelf in the real word… unreconciled and unsettled?
Lots to chew on this week, and I truly hope this poem speaks to you in some way.
As always, please let me know your thoughts/feelings/reactions to the poem in the ‘Leave a Reply’ section at the bottom of this page.
-PS Conway ☘️ ☘️ ☘️
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into nature i go
into nature i go
far away where winds blow cold
away from the warmth
of a fire on the hearth
that burns in my soul
like a funeral pyre
away away away
away from a bed left unmade
where once we made love
now memories fade
into a name on a headstone
better to be alone
far from all this pain
alone alone alone
away from all the constructs of man
into nature i go
shaped by such gentle hands
that know not sorrow
only beauty, absent flaw
only surrender unto awe
This poem takes my breath away with it’s beauty and sadness .
The whisper of ancient trees speaks of life and death, of renewal and love.
Nature heals the heart and washes the soul with its beauty, a place of peace, of being.
I escaped into nature and into a canvas at times of stress, immerse myself in the moment … yes healing indeed.
As always 🙏
Oh, Sandie, I do love hearing from you and absolutely adore your comments each week, my friend. So poignant and lovely as always. Thank you so much. 🙏🏻🌹🍷✨
This poem nicely captures the feeling of escape into nature you intended. No better words to express it than the last five to six lines of your poem. Everyone has their escape as you said, and for me, it is my writing. Penning a few lines of poetry or writing a story or novel give me a chance to make-believe. What better escape is there than that!
There is no better escape than that, PS! Could not agree with you more- and thx for the kind words, my friend. 🙏🏻🌹🍷✨
My new favorite! What will we do before we return to stardust? There is no better place than nature to rediscover ourselves, to remember not only who we are and what we’re capable of, but to remember whose we are as well…
Once we remember, it is in that divine moment that we can return to the world and share the one and only YOUnique thing we have… that which was entrusted to us by The Great Mystery to share…
I am but a vessel…
As are we all…
Just yesterday, one of my cancer support group participants had to say goodbye to his beloved wife, who out of nowhere developed a female cancer herself and was taken from us in less than six months…
And my friend Stef and her family just walked her grandma down the road that returns to the stars and a gracious soul was liberated, just the day before yesterday…
We are surrounded by death. It is part of life. How our lives would change if we only accepted this thing we already know…
#Grateful for YOU and your words Pat, particularly since I know the torment of your early life experience with this subject…
Bobby! I so love this comment, and the examples of grace and beauty that you provided. Even when it comes to death, that acceptance and gratitude resonates brilliantly throughout your words. Thank YOU, brother for being you. 🙏🏻🙏🏻✨✨✨
Such a lovely piece. Thank you for sharing your thoughtful ideas. I think it is only through nature that we truly find peace and heal. Blessings.
Thank you so much! Completely agree with the sentiments in your comment. And appreciate them!! 🍷✨🌹🙏🏻
I like how the words “away, away, away” evoke the funeral pyre floating away on the water. I like how it’s ambiguous whether the poet wishes to escape into nature in life or death. There may be a death wish here.
I simply love your interpretation of the poem, and its dark notions, Naomi! Thanks so much, my friend. 🙏🏻🍷🌹✨