goodbye

 

when time it comes
and sure it will
just lay me down by
Mullins Mill
aside the Barrow Banks
no fuss to make
just blend my ashes
with the deep brown flow
for ducks to paddle through
a might confused
past villages and townlands
we loved so much
where our children played
and castles sought
amongst the cow dung
and the poppies red

do make no fuss

by then I shall be
in other climes
where pain no longer rules
and herons fish
below the weirs
and haw thorn thrive
on boggy banks
and bitter fruit
defy the picking

some do scoff
in faint belief
where I may be
henceforth
but take no heed
of those
who feign belief
just hope
when their time comes
they do believe
and stroll along these wondrous paths
where fuscia grow
and wild vermilion thrive
and no hurt can
pain us more

just scatter
with a simple prayer
goodbye

and watch
the swans
sore north
from whence
I came





Poetry by Peter Humphreys The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2015-06-05 at 18:29

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I think if anything, I will take from this, the reason to enjoy the simple things of this word, for they have made an impact on you, and your world sings through these lovely lines.
2015-06-07


Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Very nice. A feeling of resignation runs through this although it is not sadness
2015-06-07


countryfog
. . . hopefully no time soon.
This really resonates with me, especially "just scatter / with a simple prayer / goodbye." I've made arrangements to have my ashes scattered at sea "when time it comes," though now I wish I had a place like Mullins Mill.
2015-06-06


Bob
This is pure beauty!!!
2015-06-05


Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
Dear Peter, you always touch the soul with your poetry and your sentiments I wholeheartedly agree with, I can think of nothing more fitting and beautiful whenever the time comes - I do hope that you are keeping well

Elle x
2015-06-05



What a beautiful almost prayer of a write:)
The imagery and joy throughout is so pleasing to read.
It would be such an honourable thing to be put to rest so:)
2015-06-05