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Title: haiku for the dead
Post by: Soft Words on July 14, 2010, 10:10 PM
Just before dying
you were eggplant purple blue
far beyond repair

your breath sobbed out
I couldn't tell the difference
it made to your eyes

were they hazel or
the broken-down Barbie blue
of your mother's gene?

I avoid blue sheets
that remind me of blankets
we signed for you.

We should meet after
you've lived in her heart awhile;
wonder who you'll be.
Title: Re: haiku for the dead
Post by: Halo on July 14, 2010, 10:41 PM

The things you see and feel in your profession would cripple me. You have a calling Dr. Arti.

We should meet after
youve lived in her heart awhile;
wonder who you'll be.

I guess this is the point of everything, when we are no more on this planet, do we live in
someones heart...

Title: Re: haiku for the dead
Post by: A-FRIEND on July 16, 2010, 11:49 AM
It's a difficult thing to have to deal with death as a routine part of your day. I know, I've had to do it. One is trained to be impersonal, but it just doesn't work that way all the time. One is touched by it being a certain person or a child.
I feel for you Dr. Arti. Though you seem to have a handle on how to express these feelings that's so unfamiliar to a lot of people, I can feel the heart tugs you endure.  Keep up the good work in helping those you can.
Title: Re: haiku for the dead
Post by: Marsupial Man on July 16, 2010, 11:58 AM
I experienced a moment of silence after reading this.
Very well written. Powerful.

Take care,

Title: Re: haiku for the dead
Post by: Kay on July 16, 2010, 12:33 PM

This is moving. I confess that I don't really know what your profession is, but the thread gives me some insight.
Title: Re: haiku for the dead
Post by: Soft Words on July 17, 2010, 04:03 PM
Berenice, yes, what I do is my vocation, a calling louder than any I have felt - until now, anyways. I'm blessed to be doing what I love, though there are moments when I wish it could have been something easier.

Earl, I work with all kinds of people, all ages and types, except pregnant women. I agree, the kids that die pointlessly hit harder than the rest. The ones that are Mine, hit harder too. Sometimes, its just hard to let go. Period.

Paul, he was adowabble. Or would have been, had he not been so freakin' banged up. And then he had the temerity to try dying, and we had the brilliant idea to finally let him go. Finally. After twenty drawn out days of blue blankets and blue episodes and blue alarms and blue eyes full of tears and ..... the Final Blue. Right now, on the list of favorite colors, its low on the totem pole.

Kay, oh Kay. I am ... a doctor. Except, I've decided I want to specialize in two different specialties at the same time. Been working as a resident for a year, and my heartstrings need a long, long vacation. Since I get only four weeks off in one dang year, I write poetry instead, and spill my purple guts here. (There's the purple... again. I need green. No. Wait. I like white. No. Wait. Pink. Yeah. I think I'll go with pink and orange. )
Title: Re: haiku for the dead
Post by: Kay on July 17, 2010, 04:17 PM
See, I didn't know that about you? Isn't it funny that we "see" these people all the time and we really know very little.

Thank you, Dr.  *star*
Title: Re: haiku for the dead
Post by: Soft Words on July 17, 2010, 04:44 PM

It is interesting, the way we percieve people. People tell me I'm too young to be where I am, but I'm here, so can we move on to you kthxplz? Its hilarious, you know.

Still waters may run deep, but then, so do rivers.
I don't know which I am, except I'm quicksilver.

Title: Re: haiku for the dead
Post by: daisyxo on July 17, 2010, 07:22 PM
beautiful, yet heart breaking at the same time - and the haiku worked so well with this poem
Title: Re: haiku for the dead
Post by: Mystic1 on July 18, 2010, 01:03 AM
Dear Dr. Arti,

I am grateful and humbled by your chosen profession, awed by your strength and honored by your boundless Love. I'll trade you one haiku for two; with hope, that in some small way, they may bring you comfort.

Life is a great sunrise. I do not see why death should not be an even greater one. Vladimir Nabokov

from this lanterns dim glow
into spring dawn

For my mother who passed away July 1, 2010

Life is eternal; and love is immortal; and death is only a horizon; and a horizon is nothing save the limit of our sight. - R. W. Raymond

And yet, to see Life clearly and unobstructed, we must first, close our eyes to our mortality and open them to Love. - G

The grave is but a covered bridge Leading from light to light, through a brief darkness! - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Death is not extinguishing the light; it is putting out the lamp because the dawn has come. - Rabindranath Tagore

On that day when my mortal flame is snuffed, do not weep for me; rather, rejoice for I have no need of light, but that which blossoms and burns in Love eternal. - G

God is Love and God is in all things. Therefore, we who are created of Love, each with a spark of the divine for that purpose, are also in all things

In some native cultures, it is forbidden to speak the names of the dead lest you curse them, or worse, be cursed yourself. But I should think, as all things were created from the speech of God, Himself; speaking in commemoration of someone is, in fact, a recreation of that person. To bridge the distance tween this life and the next.

Words are powerful, and names especially so when God created the world, He did so through speech and I believe when we were created and when we are born from His hand to this world as individuals, He speaks our names, as He does our souls, into existence. So long as your name is spoken you continue to live in this world and the next. We were born in the whisper of Gods love, yet when we return again to that same Love, our names are shouted in triumph.

even though
prisoners of their flesh...
mockingbirds sing

May your heart rise in song...even when your voice cannot. G.
Title: Re: haiku for the dead
Post by: Soft Words on July 20, 2010, 10:15 PM
Marsha, thank you for stopping by. I'm glad the poem worked for you. :)

G, thank you. Everything helps. Every little bit helps. I didn't have a choice about what I do - it was, and is what I am meant to do. People around me have their medical knowledge and dealings enhanced by their lives before medicine. For me, everything else I do is enriched by it. Even if the gore spills over, I still cannot imagine living my life any other way.
Your haiku are beautiful and serene despite the grief. (((((((((Hugggss))))))))))
This is all I have to offer in exchange

woven lullabies
quiet thoughts fluttering past
sealed coffins and urns of ash
bedewed by a final kiss

Title: Re: haiku for the dead
Post by: Bill on July 20, 2010, 11:39 PM
Title: Re: haiku for the dead
Post by: Soft Words on July 28, 2010, 07:59 PM
Bill, I had the chance to read your post before you removed it, though I have not had a chance to reply. There is something about humanity and poetry, I can't remember now, but thank you. Thank you for sharing.

Title: Re: haiku for the dead
Post by: Bill on July 29, 2010, 12:24 AM
Soft Words,

You're welcome.  The post was removed as a reaction to the contemplation of other matters.