Trips around the sun

Gold cherry
Poem of the week

By Parson Thru

Wed, 18 Jun 2014
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23 comments
 

I'm feeling every one of those trips around the sun.

Another funeral.

They get you counting - I can't help it.

It's a big family - scattered now.

I don't know the names of most of them anymore.

The old ones were my security - nan, aunties, uncles - nearly gone.

I can't remember who was last.

His wife?

Could have been.

I try to count the years since uncle Jack.

Three since my dad.

So four?

Maybe five.

Shit.

And every turn around the sun the trip is shorter.

Certificate PG
Poem
Miscellaneous

Comments

Submitted by lisa h on

Poignant poem. I find myself doing similar things. And the trips around the sun are indeed getting so very quick.

Submitted by Parson Thru on

Hi Lisa. Thanks. They sure are.

Parson Thru

Submitted by Bee on

I know what you mean, PT. I think certain times seem crowded with these happenings and feelings, then life gets back to normal (whatever that is) again for a spell. Ain't it good when you can write about it? I like your poem.

Best wishes,

Bee

Submitted by Parson Thru on

Hi Bee. Desperation, sometimes. Big families, many events. Lots of stories to tell. Wish I could get to London to hear you read. Well done with the anthology. Just arrived back in the SW after a 24 hr round trip to York. Exile, Blood on the Tracks and an African sunset to my right. Not to mention a moving, fun, interesting day catching up. RIP Brian.

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Submitted by Ray Schaufeld on

As Lisa has written, this is poignant, PT                     Elsie

Submitted by Parson Thru on

Thanks Elsie. Hope you're well down there in Devon.

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Submitted by scratch on

Keep goin'.

 

Submitted by Parson Thru on

Cheers scratch. Thanks for the empathy. My disease. Hey, I learned a few more names today. Can't be so bad.

Parson Thru

Submitted by Parson Thru on

Thank you eds. Gobsmacked!

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Submitted by luigi_pagano on

Poignant anxiety, Kevin, well described. Worthy of the pick of the day.

Cheer up, Luigi

 

Submitted by Parson Thru on

Oops!

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Submitted by Parson Thru on

Más de oops!

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Submitted by Parson Thru on

Hey, Luigi! I am at my happiest when melancholic. Just been listening to Paco Peña telling the story of flamenco. Most poignant. Very many thanks indeed.

Parson Thru

Submitted by Parson Thru on

Bloody eck! You won't believe how long I spent trying to work out what the book meant. Amazing! I'd like to thank my mam and dad for their dirty weekend at the Strand Palace Hotel in 1961. How could they have known what they were about to inflict on the world.

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Submitted by scratch on

This is superb K.  I should have commented when I first read it but punctuality has never been a quality that I could boast about.  Is this the first time we have held hands together on the home page?  We should do it more often.

 

Submitted by Parson Thru on

Hi scratch. It's I good place to be. Let's aim to do it again soon. I've got a lot of catching up to do with Daniel. Well done, mate. Richly deserved. K

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Submitted by celticman on

yes, death is a leveller. it shortens time and what we know.

 

Submitted by Parson Thru on

I agree celticman. Strips it all away. Perception of time - more elastic than elastic.

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Submitted by Parson Thru on

Ay! This bloody phone! This is beginning to look like a misguided attempt at boosting my comment count! Who would dream of such a thing?

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Submitted by scratch on

Forfend.

 

Submitted by Parson Thru on

Had to Google that one.

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Submitted by jolono on

Very nicely done PT. Worthy of those golden cherries.

 

Submitted by Parson Thru on

Hi jolono. Thank you. The muse smiled on me that day. Hope all is well with you.

Parson Thru