Friday, August 08, 2008


How many times have I wondered where you are?
Where exactly did you go?

Last night as I drifted off, I found myself sitting in our old house, waiting. You breezed in, young again, shining.
In awe I said 'you are so beautiful'.
You smile, as only you could, and I see you with as much of me as possible, knowing that you will soon be off again.
When I woke, I kept as still as can be, unblinking, like you were on that last day.
If I pretend to be you, will I feel what you were feeling?
Will I know what you were thinking?
Will I feel the comfort of your warm cheek against mine for the last time?
If I keep really still, will I know?

All curled up you were.
So quietly leaving us you were.

How many times have I lied there, so still, wondering?

Is this letting go?


Blogger King Pin said...

I like the mysterious photo and were you dreaming about a beloved pet?

I dreamt a few nights ago about a little hamlet (that no longer exists) but in my dream it was there, perfection. (and yet I never saw it that way in real life.) and I walked thru it and saw the cottages and buildings and people in summertime technicolor-- it made me so happy.

11:40 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

that is so lovely i burst out into woeful cries .... you so clever and good and lovely xxxxx
big sis x

6:51 PM  
Blogger lettuce said...

oh pod.

do we have to let go?


7:11 PM  
Blogger Lynne said...

oh wonderful words
I love it when you write. You must be thinking of your mum as I am of mine at this time of year. On Sunday it will have been one whole year.

Simply beautiful, pod.


9:48 PM  
Blogger Steve said...

Wow. Beautiful.

I can't pretend to know what it's like. But I think Lettuce is right in asking her question.

11:17 PM  
Blogger dennis said...

Dennis dreams too.

12:11 AM  
Blogger Pam said...

Oh this is so beautiful but sad!Heart-achingly beautiful.

8:59 AM  
Blogger Lori Witzel said...

That is one of the most beautifully evocative photos-and-text combos I've seen. It left me missing, well, everything, and yet somehow still feeling an assurance that love continues and abides.

12:10 PM  
Blogger Faye Pekas said...

I, too, believe you were writing about your mom and it brings me to tears. You must love her dearly, Poddy. I feel your words to my soul.

2:05 PM  
Blogger Annalisa Backlund said...

Wow - beautiful photograph and really beautiful text!! Dying to know who you're writing about. At first I thought a lover but when I read it again I thought your mum. Who ever it is I hope they can read it. xxxx

3:49 PM  
Blogger The Liberator said...

people long gone do breeze in, young again. No matter how many years pass, they will always be around, somehow.

Pod, this is so beautiful

5:23 PM  
Blogger veronicelynne said...

love you xx

9:56 PM  
Blogger veronicelynne said...

oh good just checking... i sorted myself out for blog xx

9:57 PM  
Blogger Reya Mellicker said...

Oh yes it's a wonderful letting go, a reverent letting go, so full of love and wonder and mystery.

What is remembered, lives.

Love to you,

10:09 PM  
Blogger raindog said...

this is absolutely gorgeous ... emotionally and photographically.

2:17 AM  
Blogger alice said...

I read and I read again. And I would want to be able to tell you so many things and I am not able to do in English.

6:28 AM  
Blogger fifi said...

So beautiful.

I have a house like that, I visit sometimes, but most times these days it is empty.

wonderful image.

8:22 AM  
Blogger Hugh Beaumont said...

this post was very inspiring.

1:15 PM  
Blogger WAT said...

The pic's a fascinating blur, your words echo love + death, and this lonely heart salutes you from the U.S.A.

6:46 PM  
Blogger d. chedwick said...

Loved ones never really go away.

9:38 PM  
Blogger Bob Dylan said...

I'd be interested to see what you could do with mirrors and your camera.

3:19 AM  
Blogger Inconsequential said...

never let go.
just store it away for safe keeping :)

6:25 PM  
Blogger Inconsequential said...

never let go.
just store it away for safe keeping :)

6:25 PM  
Blogger Pod said...

KINGPIN - i ove the sound of your perfect hamlet. i was dreaming of little moth, not a pet as such.....

SIS - she is all around us x x

LETTY - no we don't at all, but in some ways i think we do have to let them go, if that makes sense. different perhaps to letting go?

LYNNE - the time goes so fast hey? i still can't believe she's not here. boo hoo x

STE - thank you ;0)

DENNIS - how's the psychotherapy going? maybe you could work thru some dreams during one of the sessions

PAM - don't be too sad, there came much happiness before....

LORI - that's exactly it. love never dies, as i think, belinda carlisle agrees....

FAYE - trueness fayeness ;0)

ALB - yes tis her. she knows. hope you are well!

LIBERATOR - she is never far away

REYA - love to you my dear!

RAINDOG - thanks my friend ;0)

ALICE - what a lovely thing to say. maybe we will just have to believe that we already know what we would talk about?

FIFI - perhaps the house is all you need?

HUGH - thank you squire!

WAT - ah, don't be lonely. we is here!

CHED - i know...just into another room

BOB - mirrors......?

INC - i won't. nice to see you!

4:39 PM  
Blogger Donna said...

So lovely Poddy, as ever x

8:24 AM  
Blogger chrome3d said...

The time between waking up and waking up for real is the best...or the worst.

10:39 PM  
Blogger Trac said...

Oh Pod!

You are lovely...

10:39 AM  
Blogger tut-tut said...

My goodness; my mother was back, just the other night. I woke up, confused. A powerful post indeed.

9:57 AM  
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3:59 AM  

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