| Laurence C. Smith, Jr., PhD |
Sadness
Sadness is not often with you
but in its presence
all else is submerged
as it enfolds you in its entirety.
At its deepest level it enshrouds you
in despair
like the night of the new moon
descending upon the forest.
In its beginning
it comes in waves
of tears and sorrow
followed by a trough of recovery
only to be besieged by yet another
wave.
After forever,
the violence of the storm
is replaced by a deep aching
of the heart and soul.
Flashes of the past insure
the profundity of the loss
in such a way that the
gaiety and joy of what was
magnifies the despair of what is.
Sadness is not often with you
but in its presence
all else is submerged
as it enfolds you in its entirety.
At its deepest level it enshrouds you
in despair
like the night of the new moon
descending upon the forest.
In its beginning
it comes in waves
of tears and sorrow
followed by a trough of recovery
only to be besieged by yet another
wave.
After forever,
the violence of the storm
is replaced by a deep aching
of the heart and soul.
Flashes of the past insure
the profundity of the loss
in such a way that the
gaiety and joy of what was
magnifies the despair of what is.
A field where you once watched the
deer in the
moonlight
A birthday
The excitement of discovery
The joy of love
All increase the pain of separation
yet stimulates the expectation of
continued presence
which denial allows to grow.
Then the “why”
followed by anger
The “if only”
as if a bargain could be struck.
Finally, weeks meld into months
and the ache which is still present
recedes into the afterthoughts
of the quiet night
and the moments alone.
— LCS, jr.
North Clear Creek
Spring 1982
deer in the
moonlight
A birthday
The excitement of discovery
The joy of love
All increase the pain of separation
yet stimulates the expectation of
continued presence
which denial allows to grow.
Then the “why”
followed by anger
The “if only”
as if a bargain could be struck.
Finally, weeks meld into months
and the ache which is still present
recedes into the afterthoughts
of the quiet night
and the moments alone.
— LCS, jr.
North Clear Creek
Spring 1982
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| Photo - Hurricane on Tobago 2005 |
Copyright © 1982-2008 L.C.Smith, Jr., PhD
| Laurence C. Smith, Jr., PhD |
Music:"Wishing You Were Somehow Here Again" performed
by Sarah Brightman
by Sarah Brightman