Saturday, January 28, 2012

ALWAYS WITH ME


I have friends that come and stay,
while others left before they
ever even knew they had gone away.
One of the things about life
I’ve learned over the decades I've sown
is that whether those you love stay or die,
the memory of them you’ve come t’ know
never moves further than a heartbeat nigh.

© M Durfee
1/28/12
Posted by the walking man at 6:16 AM

17 comments:

  1. There will always be those that come and go and leave an imprint on our hearts...and those you wish never came at all.

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  2. Amen! One thing I have noticed lately is that you have true balance. You words can be scathing and true, or the other kind and thoughtful side shines through. Much love Mark..

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  3. Touching--many do leave an imprint on our hearts

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  4. Both the scars and soft places stay with us. Part of who we are is formed by whom we meet.

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  5. Memory is indeed a powerful thing.

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  6. while I have some of Scarlet's addition, oddly enough I cried at where your poem touched me. It went straight to the memory of two who truly do live a heartbeat away.

    Simple, beautiful. AND accessible. I am so glad I took a break and read your blog.

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  7. Thankfully we not all the same! This makes memories so rich.

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  8. smiles...what an endearing write ...it is gentle and warm mark...and even in those lost we have the memories...

    the museum crushed me...i had to find a bench to just sit down at one point...brutal, but so glad i went..

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  9. sniff sob.

    damn that the heart does not let go. all these chamber rooms holding all the love that's ever been.

    damn and not-damn

    good rhythm and rhyme, mark, and a wonderful sentiment

    ♥
    kj

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  10. This is especially poignant, since very recently, I was almost a memory because of haemorrhaging ulcers.
    Let me make that clearer:

    Last week, blood and lightning seemed to shoot out of my major aperture.
    Ha ha. Almost gone in a heartbeat, or lack thereof. :)

    Good thing some great anonymous young donor gave me four quarts of new blood.

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  12. 5 year ago I went to 9 funerals. 6 of them were suicides, including a nephew. I was just thinking about them and people I know now.

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  13. Jesu Cristo!

    Walking Man,

    There are times when I think you are Jesus, for all your suffering.

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  14. Glad we met Bro--Glad we met!

    Hugs my friend....


    J

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  15. Truer words never spoken, Walking Man.

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  16. Memories are what keep the dead alive to me.

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  17. Heart is what makes a human, and within it is placed the trails of love and relationship of all kinds. Poignant.

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So Walking Man I was thinking...

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