Mind Games (reworked)
Mind Games - Stormwolf
Can she really be gone?
My head says yes
but my heart disagrees.
She’s there, sitting in her familiar chair
waiting.
Later,
Viewing old Nairn photographs I ask,
what is she doing at this time?
She’s only ‘up the road’
Perhaps she’s busy,
knitting a jumper for school
or putting the finishing touches
to her wonderful pastry?
Life and times are an illusion…
webs within webs.
a quantum multiverse
she’s in there somewhere.
I just need to turn off the road
at the next junction…
© stormwolf 2022
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difficult and easy for me to add a little comment on this one, easy because I agree “she is in there somewhere” and difficult because of my head – but not infeasible, I can always choose which one to follow, my heart I know will make it easy again.
xx
Hi Nic,
Yes, I console myself with thinking that her essence is immortal and when I look at her in this pic, it was exactly how she would be on my arrival, I feel her alive in my heart too.
It’s a quickening sensation, a knowing.
It’s all part of the Great Mystery.
Alison xx
I hope you kept or have sat often on your mum’s chair. I feel that if we sit in or hold much loved or used items of someone dear to us there will be a kind of transfer of molecules and you will always carry a piece, however small, of your loved one until you yourself pass away. I felt this connection with my grandparents and my parents most used possessions and somehow I feel they are always with and part of me. I hope this doesn’t sound too crazy to you, but it is what it is and I… Read more »
Hello there Guaj, (how do I pronounce that? ) 😉 We donated her chair to the nursing home but I wear her ring. There is a spiritual connection to those we have loved and it survives death. Such things are perfectly sensible to me. It explains too how certain ‘inanimate objects’ carry the energy of the person who owned them (or made them) In this way, we can invite something perhaps unwelcome into the house by taking such an object into the home in all innocence not aware that it may contain the energy of the person who owned it… Read more »
I remember this one. Lovely poem, Alison. I think you’ve made it more optimistic, more hopeful, is that right? With the bit about the quantum multiverse.
I still see the turning off the road as a metaphor. That’s all “death” is.
Hope to see you back permanently x
Well hello there m’lad, 😉 Yes, it was only posted a short time ago but I felt it needed more. There are some trains of thought that say that every moment is engrained on the ether forever. In this way, as we live in the eternal ‘now’, linear time is an illusion. So, if that is the case, our childhood selves are alive in another reality as are our elderly selves etc. This poem tries to express that. A feeling of total loss and bewilderment at the death of my mother. We live our lives knowing babies are born and… Read more »
I too remember the photo, Alison. Now there’s a thing: How does a pile of pixels – not many by comparison – remain imprinted in someone’s brain, so clearly as to not be forgotten? Was it the few words you wrote that were so meaningful, and heartfelt, combined with the image that somehow made it indelible? If so, it worked! It is, above all else, a beautiful piece. It is so thoughtful too. We will, I am sure, ponder the structure of existence, until… ? Well, shall we say (to be a bit old fashioned) ‘until we have passed through… Read more »
Hi Allen, Is it not sad that to think outside the box can and often does, result in being shot down in flames. I am very acquaint with that experience hahaha It is an interesting concept re the effect a bunch of pixels can have on the mind, emotions and body. When I look at her here, I know we shall see one another again. It is an inner knowing that cannot fit into a tidy theory, nor even be discussed because I have no proof. I also believe that we should “honour everyone’s path” because everybody has arrived at… Read more »
This is hauntingly beautiful and heart breaking. Just the right intimate moments and memories highlighted to evoke the living spirit of your mother in your search for her. Love your trailing last line. So effective. Then there’s that rich Scottish brogue in a voice that cracks with grief.
A really moving piece and presentation, storms. Shelagh xx
Thanks so much for that Shelagh. I stand by my opinion that you have a great gift of being able to ‘read’ poetry very deeply. I see it time and again in your comments to others. It is so good for me to get feedback on my recitations, so thank you for that. I am sure many if not most of us, dislike their own voice on hearing it and I was no exception. I had to conquer that in order to try to add another level to ,my poems. I feel it can make a poem come alive in… Read more »