Timmy's Journal - 36. A Foursome of Poems

Tim, you have touched me deeply with these four poems. Number four particularly affected me, as I felt it spoke most to my thoughts. Number one echoes it's emptiness and the the pain of being left behind. Number three had me thinking and re-thinking, and even now I wonder if I have it right. And number two is so very sad, and so very true. You continue to write masterfully. Thank you.

Four touching poems, tim.

Still brought back memories. My mother had a special window installed in her kitchen. It was long and thin, and had a base only six inches from the floor. You understand who it was for. When the eventual day eventually arrived, she guarded those nose prints in her otherwise immaculately clean kitchen. I still remember visiting and seeing them there.

Thank you for these.

Hey, tim... I do feel your pain. One, two and four are as open as a person can be. Beautiful, if haunting. And then there is three, which is indeed haunting... what I got was that the house chooses who of the dead are welcome... you must earn your right to haunt... from there... or at least reside... it makes me think of my childhood, when I thought if I was good enough and did enough, everything would be fine, like I had control... anyway, that's just me... loved them all, my friend... Gary...

These are so touching. Stillshared the longing ache of Riley's passing. There are nose prints on the passenger window of my car.
And yet the one that I feel the most is the 3rd with Jeremy the ghost ... so often I feel the "ghost" of the person I was, moving thru life not quite seen, not quite felt ... but trapped going thru the motions of the life that was.

It's great that you gave form to what must be a common mode of grieving for a departed pet. I read skinnydragon's comments, and remind myself that my own dear Leporello's nose smudges are still on the ceiling of the car. (He was a big fella and liked to stand with his front paws on the arm rest between the front seats. Occasionally, a bump in the road would have him bouncing his nose on the ceiling near the cabin light. Those marks are still there….)

Thanks for posting these, and the ghost one is very intriguing too. Reminds me of the theory that most ghosts know their situation and decide to stay behind. Seems like he's found a house to move into, and I hope he's happy there with the others

I am a bit lost for words, the first poem really got me

On 05/24/2016 11:50 PM, Bucket1 said:

I am a bit lost for words, the first poem really got me

Aw B.. thanks for reading these. I appreciate it.

tim xo

On 05/24/2016 03:39 AM, AC Benus said:

It's great that you gave form to what must be a common mode of grieving for a departed pet. I read skinnydragon's comments, and remind myself that my own dear Leporello's nose smudges are still on the ceiling of the car. (He was a big fella and liked to stand with his front paws on the arm rest between the front seats. Occasionally, a bump in the road would have him bouncing his nose on the ceiling near the cabin light. Those marks are still there….)

 

Thanks for posting these, and the ghost one is very intriguing too. Reminds me of the theory that most ghosts know their situation and decide to stay behind. Seems like he's found a house to move into, and I hope he's happy there with the others

I never had pets as a kid. And this dog was my first experience, who knew so many people collected nose prints.It's great. Thanks so much for your comments AC.. I appreciate them.

tim xo

On 05/24/2016 03:13 AM, Reader1810 said:

Hey tim

Sad yet beautifully written and worded these poems are.

Still, I understand completely and just the other day, well you know...

Have to admit though, I didn't catch on to the meaning of Welcome Home. That's just me though, no reflection on the poet.

As always, nicely done.

Thank you Reader. I appreciate you reading these. I sent you a PM about what #3 is about.

Thanks again, tim xo

On 05/23/2016 08:03 PM, dughlas said:

These are so touching. Stillshared the longing ache of Riley's passing. There are nose prints on the passenger window of my car.

And yet the one that I feel the most is the 3rd with Jeremy the ghost ... so often I feel the "ghost" of the person I was, moving thru life not quite seen, not quite felt ... but trapped going thru the motions of the life that was.

Thank you dugh. I appreciate your reading these. You are no ghost to me, dugh. You've been there for me, for more times than i can count and i appreciate it and wont forget it.

tim xo

On 05/23/2016 12:42 PM, Headstall said:

Hey, tim... I do feel your pain. One, two and four are as open as a person can be. Beautiful, if haunting. And then there is three, which is indeed haunting... what I got was that the house chooses who of the dead are welcome... you must earn your right to haunt... from there... or at least reside... it makes me think of my childhood, when I thought if I was good enough and did enough, everything would be fine, like I had control... anyway, that's just me... loved them all, my friend... Gary...

Hi Gary, I know you do. I remember what you told me. I like your interpretation of #3, that's interesting.

Thanks so much for reading these Gary. It means a lot.

tim xo

On 05/23/2016 12:29 PM, skinnydragon said:

Four touching poems, tim.

 

Still brought back memories. My mother had a special window installed in her kitchen. It was long and thin, and had a base only six inches from the floor. You understand who it was for. When the eventual day eventually arrived, she guarded those nose prints in her otherwise immaculately clean kitchen. I still remember visiting and seeing them there.

 

Thank you for these.

okay Skinny.. had to take a couple of days to be able to come back and read your review again. The first time, I kinda just fell apart. Thanks for sharing that story though. It was beautiful.

tim xo

On 05/23/2016 12:23 PM, Parker Owens said:

Tim, you have touched me deeply with these four poems. Number four particularly affected me, as I felt it spoke most to my thoughts. Number one echoes it's emptiness and the the pain of being left behind. Number three had me thinking and re-thinking, and even now I wonder if I have it right. And number two is so very sad, and so very true. You continue to write masterfully. Thank you.

Oh Parker, thank you so much. I appreciate you taking the time to read these. Glad they worked for you.

Thanks again.. tim xo

On 05/23/2016 12:12 PM, Valkyrie said:

Aww Val.. thank you so much. Hugs always welcome! Thanks for reading these. I appreciate it.

tim xxoxo

Each of these was very poignant in there own ways. The first poem, Still, made me teary, because I feel what you're feeling. It's a loss that can blindside you again and again in many small ways. Number 2... there are some things that can never be healed, even if they are forgiven.

On 06/02/2016 07:26 AM, LitLover said:

Each of these was very poignant in there own ways. The first poem, Still, made me teary, because I feel what you're feeling. It's a loss that can blindside you again and again in many small ways. Number 2... there are some things that can never be healed, even if they are forgiven.

That dog was so loved around here. A neighbour came in the other day who knew him but had been away when died, had all in tears again. She needed to say goodbye to him too.. Thanks for reading these Lit.. i appreciate it and your support..

tim xo