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You Died – a poem

You Died

by Scott L Vannatter

June 28, 2019

You died.

Nothing ever tore at my soul as much.

Life nearly ceased to be; peace did so.

Could the anguish of one thing really

devastate so much the core of my being?

You died.

And a part of me, hidden deep within,

shuddered and paled, the life blood leaving

the shell of a man to hold up the gates of life.

You died.

The very love-sense which made me that special

type of human, one who loved, ran, fleeing to parts

of the darkest forest imaginable, cowering in the roots

of the deep tree in which the forest began

those many eons ago.

You died.

My life cannot continue with this path

set before me; the one which sees you with every breath

and pushes you out when I, exhausted, lie down to sleep.

Sleep has no meaning; I wake the same, rotting.

You died.

At least, that’s what I tell myself

as you live your life, calmly, without me.

I am undone as are all whose love never knew

fruition truly.

One who never spoke, and now, never will.

How I Wonder

Darci and Dad

How I Wonder

By Scott L Vannatter

A Pic, A Vid, A Thought, A Voice

Flicks through my mind and I know

That although through life we have much Choice,

At the end, we all must go.

 

My Dad, a good man, stayed here for a long, long time.

But it seems now that it was short, not long,

That I never got the time to say all I was fine.

I think he knew and that I am not wrong.

 

Now, Sis is gone. Taken after a short while.

Her two grand babies she loved so much.

She spent time with daughter and two mile after mile.

She held them all; they all felt her touch.

 

Mom and I left to care for each other.

So glad that others are around us, too.

I lost my Sis; she was loved by her brother.

But that hole that exists, what shall we do?

 

But, how I wonder at the sights they see,

Not held back by Earthly living are they.

They know it all now, much more than me,

Until this body ceases to be some day.

  • Richard L Vannatter – July 25,2016
  • Darci D Hill – January 24, 2019

 

I Wish I Could Sing…

I wish I could sing as my heart can sing,

Down from the depths of my soul.

And knew tis true it’s you I’ve found

My one true love for life.

My heart rings true as I pour out the truth

Of a love made not here but heav’n.

I touch it not here upon the Earth.

God made you for me, your life for mine.

My heart pours out a silent request

Heard all around the world.

But words spoken from breast to breast

A silence that stills the dawn.

A proof to me lives evermore

The skies show in the sunset

The colors pale against our love

They rebel against its strength.

So, there will come when only one

remains the other continues on.

I cry when I think of that deep sorrow

the only thing which pales the love.

*****

-Written upon wakening from a dream of seeing my true love dying in my arms.

Namaste,

Scott

 

A Ghost of a Chance – Flash Fiction 150 Word Max

“It’s a ghost town, Carol. You know, nothng living, just ghosts hanging about.” Jack snorted just a bit as they approached the vacant, unused buildings that used to make up Tindertown.

“I know that, but I don’t want to stop there!” She didn’t shreik but he thought she might.

He accelerated just a bit coming round the corner to the town. A figure stepped out in front of the vehicle and Jack managed to swing the car to the left, but not enough to miss the person.

“Jack!”

He hit the brake, looking in the mirror at … nothing.

“I must have been seeing things,” he said trying not to let his shivers show.

“No,” said Carol, “you weren’t.”

Jack followed her eyes, using the mirror to see the pasty-white translucent figure sitting in the back seat…smiling.

Neither Jack nor Carol saw the oncoming semi until it was too late.

Word Count – 150 Words

I Feel Another Loss…

As many of you know, I lost my Dad in July.  It hurt, still hurts, and I do that thing of thinking of calling or of going to the nursing home to see him, then remember.

However, in early November, there was another loss.  I didn’t know or I would have been at the funeral.  I won’t go into a name, but he was one of my students.  Apparently, he was on a couch and three guys came in the back and one of them shot him and another person.  I was told almost 600 people came to the funeral or visitation.

I am just a bit in shock.  I used to talk with this student a lot.  We got to be, well, friends.  I did that with many of my students and they remember that.  So do I.  He loved playing his guitar and skateboarding.  I won’t say he loved school, but he did enjoy being in my class most of the time.  We listened to music a lot and I would preach at him about doing something with his life here at school and beyond and he would laugh and just keep on doing his thing.

I had told him we would meet at Pizza Hut some day for lunch and catch up.  He never could quite seem to make it.  He got mad that he missed it one time  I told him not to worry, we would do it again.  Now, that’s gone.  He probably doesn’t mind now, but I do.

Hey, your friends, your students, your teachers, your family, your church members, and a lot of other groups of people or individuals…say hi, tell them how you feel, … you just…never…know.

Gonna miss you, Guy!

Namaste,

Scott

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