postpartum
spontaneous coronary
artery dissection
~
I held our newborn
watching you
~
surrendering, she asked,
“what’s this all about?”
closed my eyes, sighed,
“become comfortable in doubt.”
~
tubes, machines
fast-forward-etch-a-sketches
seismographic skyscrapers
~
so hard
to talk
much easier in code
~
Geo Sans 
my daughter
loves elephants
~
me too
~
how old is your daughter?
almost
four
years old
Is she the reason for your introspection?
I’ve always
asked
too many questions
~
part of learning
some things
don’t always
have clear answers
overwhelmingly, sad…
thanks
for caring
commenting
This is cryptically sad.
*sigh*
My heart goes out to you. So glad you have your gift of writing.
thank
you
sirena
Live the questions. The answers are not important. The journey is all there is.
The spaces in your words say more ….
thank you
~
living
is always learning
and living in
not for
the eternal moment
~
the questions
are becoming
these possibilities
these moments
Sometimes, I find my questions get answers after months, or even years… some will remain unanswered in this life. To live the questions is fine, enough. As you say, the questions are possibilities, moments…
have a peace-filled week,
I’ve had such
similar situations
~
years, decades
a lesson later learned
~
one seems to learn
when the heart is ready
Much easier to talk in code, in a language of it’s own…. but it can still be deciphered my dear Geo.
As for the elephants, they are majestic and beautiful creatures. ♥
sometimes
difficult
with so many
elephants
in the room
The matryoshka principle.
particles
wave back
feedback
~
authentic
unpredictable
interactions
Chemistry.
once thought impossible
~
brain activity
triggering
pulsating amebas
~
transcending
traditional
geography
~
haunting in flowing silent tears…
in such depth of sadness comes depth of love
I have no words to say how to feel…other than your words Feel….
Take Care…
)0(
ladyblue
feeling
is always part
of living
~
peace
nice poetry, Geo, and thanks for following my blog.
thanks
virgilio
~
looking forward
to reading
more of your work
It reminded me of a song, whose lyrics go :”So I speak to you in riddles, ’cause my words get in my way”.
This was very painfull to read, so much that it almost feels surreal.
riddles
~
building the courage
to speak
directly
Ouch.
I have no other words.
I never understood why things like this happen. I have a feeling someday we will, though.
Until then, you have a friend here.
(& A wonderful gift of writing, might I add.)
thank you
~
maybe
I’ll never understand
~
writing
has made this a little easier
to accept
It’s one of the best forms of therapy.
how very touching, how very sad,
4 years ago
~
time
allows one
to learn
accept
and,
has time
also
healed?
yes
I’m tingling and shaking after listening to the audio. So much strength and spirit. So much love and understanding. So much paradox. So grateful to have heard it. {{{Hugs}}} Kozo
thanks kozo
~
I feel I’m finally
accepting
life’s paradoxes
Am I hearing you put breath to code? Warm love to you, your wife and daughter.
tones
~
finding
my
poetic
voice