**Wither Thou Goest** Forum Award 2008.05.18
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- Eternum 1
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**Wither Thou Goest** Forum Award 2008.05.18
Forum Award Winner: May 18, 2008
Wither Thou Goest
by Eternum 1
This is difficult to write especially on Mothers day. Some things need to be said and hopefully put to rest:
Wither thou goest
I cannot follow....
Ruth, my mother,
my friend.
I still try to reason why,
your journey had to end.
I try not to get angry.
at your detractor and her bitchy lies
I've tried to see your anguish
and the pain you felt inside.
But I miss you mother
despite your suicide
Though it's hard to trust another
won't leave me here, alive
If you stayed
you would have seen
some beautiful grandchildren
arrive upon the scene
Chloe is a spunky girl
she's the apple of my eye
So much like your grandaughter Jess
it almost makes me cry
You taught me to love
the classics
from the ravens quill
to a Bard named Will
I'm writing still
It's my way of saying
be done thy will
your loving son
also,
still.
Wither Thou Goest
by Eternum 1
This is difficult to write especially on Mothers day. Some things need to be said and hopefully put to rest:
Wither thou goest
I cannot follow....
Ruth, my mother,
my friend.
I still try to reason why,
your journey had to end.
I try not to get angry.
at your detractor and her bitchy lies
I've tried to see your anguish
and the pain you felt inside.
But I miss you mother
despite your suicide
Though it's hard to trust another
won't leave me here, alive
If you stayed
you would have seen
some beautiful grandchildren
arrive upon the scene
Chloe is a spunky girl
she's the apple of my eye
So much like your grandaughter Jess
it almost makes me cry
You taught me to love
the classics
from the ravens quill
to a Bard named Will
I'm writing still
It's my way of saying
be done thy will
your loving son
also,
still.
Last edited by Eternum 1 on Sun May 08, 2005 4:32 pm, edited 2 times in total.
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sorry to hear this happend to your mom..i couldnt imagine this..
i like the poem telling about
all the things she taught you
and how they are still a part of you
it's really good to share this on this day...
and to share with her with thought..
i didnt quiet grasp this part of it ..kinda throws it off
sorry if my reply is shallow.
well anyways hang in there..only 6 more hours left of this day.
i like the poem telling about
all the things she taught you
and how they are still a part of you
it's really good to share this on this day...
and to share with her with thought..
i didnt quiet grasp this part of it ..kinda throws it off
im always at a loss for the right replies to these kind of thingsI try not to get angry.
at Dianne and her bitchy lies
sorry if my reply is shallow.
well anyways hang in there..only 6 more hours left of this day.
- Eternum 1
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Shawn, you are right of course. Dianne was there when Ruth killed herself. Although not entirely to blame, she had quarelled with Ruth the same evening and admits to calling her some very nasty things. She doesn't see her accusations of mother as a symptom of her own insecurity at the time and to this day still maligns her character. The worst part is that Dianne is my sister although we mostly lived apart and I was half way around the world at the time.
I changed the line so as not to confuse the reader any further. Thanks for the note. Thanks for understanding.
ET
I changed the line so as not to confuse the reader any further. Thanks for the note. Thanks for understanding.
ET
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oh im sorry..i just meant to askhow did she fit into the story.
because not much information was given about that segment
of the point in the poem..
since i really dont know the details of this i am just commenting
in the dark so to speak.
that's really a difficult unfolding of what happened.
and i hope some kind of peace and clairification and resolve
happens between you and your sister.
as hard as it may be to beleive(i could be wrong,i know nothing of her)
but this has to be something that tourments your sister.
i was in a simular sitiuation,my mom didnt go through
with it ,but told me she was going to and actually attempted
to at one point,because of my unhappiness,
,.i dont want to go into all the details.
but i had to concel my unhappiness.and pull myself together
and fear she was'nt coming back when she got in her car to
go somewhere.she would sometimes say when we were talking
"here i go"...
i think your sister has buired what happened
in a very painful guilt ridden place...she feels to blame
for this..
and the bad words she is speaking today still..is
just a protection mechanisim..if everyone
in the familly is looking down on her and criminalizing her
she's going to keep this behaivior going to
the rest of the familly's face..that's not how she feels inside
..i hope at some point you all can sit
and have a open honest disscussion on this with
no finger pointing..and come to some kind of a resolve.
and again sorry if i have no clue about what i am talking about.
i am only going on a small bit of information..but wanted to say something...maybe i should'nt say anything at all..hope
your day wasnt too straineous..
because not much information was given about that segment
of the point in the poem..
since i really dont know the details of this i am just commenting
in the dark so to speak.
that's really a difficult unfolding of what happened.
and i hope some kind of peace and clairification and resolve
happens between you and your sister.
as hard as it may be to beleive(i could be wrong,i know nothing of her)
but this has to be something that tourments your sister.
i was in a simular sitiuation,my mom didnt go through
with it ,but told me she was going to and actually attempted
to at one point,because of my unhappiness,
,.i dont want to go into all the details.
but i had to concel my unhappiness.and pull myself together
and fear she was'nt coming back when she got in her car to
go somewhere.she would sometimes say when we were talking
"here i go"...
i think your sister has buired what happened
in a very painful guilt ridden place...she feels to blame
for this..
and the bad words she is speaking today still..is
just a protection mechanisim..if everyone
in the familly is looking down on her and criminalizing her
she's going to keep this behaivior going to
the rest of the familly's face..that's not how she feels inside
..i hope at some point you all can sit
and have a open honest disscussion on this with
no finger pointing..and come to some kind of a resolve.
and again sorry if i have no clue about what i am talking about.
i am only going on a small bit of information..but wanted to say something...maybe i should'nt say anything at all..hope
your day wasnt too straineous..
- Eternum 1
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Thanks Shawn. Your words are from the heart and much appreciated. In the unfolding of time love will prevail and this chapter will be consigned to its place. Finding fault is not my desire but I do hope that anyone thinking of suicide might pause and reflect for a moment upon the ripples that spread so far and wide before consumating the act. If my story does that then its worth the telling.
For those who find it difficult to comprehend or still feel there's a stigma about suicide...I understand that too.
I'm glad your mother decided not to follow through Shawn.
Pax vobiscum,
ET
For those who find it difficult to comprehend or still feel there's a stigma about suicide...I understand that too.
I'm glad your mother decided not to follow through Shawn.
Pax vobiscum,
ET
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ET
a painful write ET.. but like you said you had to release it from your heart.
I felt your pain, and the missing part of not having mom around, and the wonderful memorie of the things she taught you.
I pray the pain will one day become only a shadow of the past.
I felt your pain, and the missing part of not having mom around, and the wonderful memorie of the things she taught you.
I pray the pain will one day become only a shadow of the past.
Reach Out And Love Someone
Slow Down And Look around
You Will Find Someone Who Needs You.....
- moonflower
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Just read this,... an excellent tribute to your Mom ET. Lovingly done, but far from sappy. Great job.
Last edited by bags123 on Wed May 11, 2005 2:40 pm, edited 1 time in total.
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- ninian
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this is a lovely tribute...all those things you wish to have been able to share with her...
my father died (though not by his own hand) when i was only 14 and so many things he has missed seeing
and memories...yes...like a drop of vermouth in honey....
a touch of bitterness with the sweet...
nicely done, ET
nin
my father died (though not by his own hand) when i was only 14 and so many things he has missed seeing
and memories...yes...like a drop of vermouth in honey....
a touch of bitterness with the sweet...
nicely done, ET
nin
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ET....
Thank you for making me aware of your poems written in the memory of your mother....
Although your words here do reveal your sorrow and pain .... which each progressing stanza I sense an acknowledgement of appreciation of the time she spent on this earth and a deepening of your love and forgiveness.........
ET ... what I read here... simply put..... is you loved... still love your mother ...................and she loved ... still loves you.........
...jeanne...
Thank you for making me aware of your poems written in the memory of your mother....
Although your words here do reveal your sorrow and pain .... which each progressing stanza I sense an acknowledgement of appreciation of the time she spent on this earth and a deepening of your love and forgiveness.........
ET ... what I read here... simply put..... is you loved... still love your mother ...................and she loved ... still loves you.........
...jeanne...
... and his words purge up and outward,
expelled and onward through desert dust swallowed,
sands he says that gorge on simple sensibilities.
And, now he spits fragments, grit, extended vowels and elongated syllables
over cracked lips. Their sounds fall
piling round his boots… ~ jeannerené
~breathe~
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expelled and onward through desert dust swallowed,
sands he says that gorge on simple sensibilities.
And, now he spits fragments, grit, extended vowels and elongated syllables
over cracked lips. Their sounds fall
piling round his boots… ~ jeannerené
~breathe~
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