Sunday, August 25, 2013

BROTHER



DAVID PAUL
Touch me no more. I am empty,
gone away from every foolish thing
I once adored.
The love I knew was crushed
under the foot of them who
now say they loved me best
but easily walked over
the plot of earth
I was not yet in.

There is no such as joy or compassion
left in a world busy building itself anew
using carbons, nitrates and, sulfur as its tools.
I want no more a part of it.
Leave me be for I am empty
of anything but sorrow for a house
that once built could not maintain itself
chose to immediately go to rot.

My work is done I have nothing left to offer.
Do not ring my bell,
Touch me no more I am empty memory
my sorrow has finally released me from hell.

© M Durfee
8/25/13

27 comments:

  1. i like that sorrow has released you...the house built unable to maintain itself....that is the line that struck me...quite evocative piece mark...your emotions come through fierce...

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    1. There is only one release from sorrow Brian. The house=family. Yes I miss my brother still.

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  2. Yes it is a foolish world we live in..

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    1. Cinnamon I think foolish is too kind of a word to be honest.

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  3. That sorrow has released you says it all. Is this a eulogy piece for your brother?

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    1. Rosaria I tried to make, as close as I could his voice the narrative voice in this.

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  4. Okay, okay...you've completely broken my heart with this one, Mark. Having not long lost my own brother, Paul, this struck a chord. I thought I'd wept all the tears I could with all the loss in the last two years, but seems the well runs deep.

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    1. Talon in some people the oceans are very deep, in others well they only have puddles or maybe depending on the circumstances we all have both. But I share your sorrow with you and hope you know you never need to swin either ocean or puddle alone.

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    1. Charles i think near the end that was David strongest feeling or emotion.

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  6. You weave your own epitaph day by day.
    But we cannot look away...


    Aloha

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    1. Cloudia I know no other way. At this pint, right now, I am trying to speak what I know he wanted to be heard.

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  7. I guess he didn't, or couldn't say it himself. Sometimes we must, I guess.

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  8. Deep sorrowful verses ~ Hope that emptiness will be filled, slowly, day by day ~ Peace ~

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    1. Grace although Davey's passing has bothered me on many different levels and from many different directions. I know I will replace my own sorrow with memory that is not hollow eventually. The dark will fade to light. Thank you.

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  9. My read is not just sorrow, the the worse: betrayal.

    I have many faults but I do hope betrayal will never be among them.

    I love this line :
    "I am empty memory"

    How can that be? And yet you make it so.

    Much love mark.
    Love lives on
    kj

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    1. Last bit first kj--I know.

      Yes betrayal gives one power to endure great sadness and pain, even the pain of choosing untreated cancer over life. In the end though he won, because his will ordered immediate cremation so no one he wanted to be loved by will ever know what cancer killed him other than the one he expressed in an undated note regarding lack of family unity.

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    1. What? G-Man i have been losing weight. {:-)}}}

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  11. The sorrow for losing people and the world that we knew weighs heavy, man. Hoping that you are doing okay and at peace.

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    1. Thank you Syd. To quote someone or another one day at a time or better yet heartbeat by heartbeat.

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  12. Mark, your words have such power and come from such a strong, wise place. xo

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    1. Thank you Jodi---any idea which direction that place is for i feel neither strong nor wise.

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  13. Sad, yet profound and prophetic.

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