SWORD OF ARTHUR

For my late son Jeremy
© 2010 BY David Wainland
I drew cold Excalibur
From out my mind and
The stone that grew
Within my psyche
Pain and penitence
Spilling free and down
The smell of dead roses
And a spring not here
Having rent my soul
With its razor edge
Of bitter tasting revenge
Defending my heart
The stench of hate
Cast to the waters
Where the lady waits
For me to forgive
Open myself to love
Remember him with joy
No longer anger
Relieve myself the guilt
Surrender Arthur’s sword
Lay down my arms
To the Lady in the lake
Honoring his memory


























Comments: 57
I am go happy for you that you are able to get to this point ( I don't know how anyone does get to this point), after the loss of a much-beloved one.
When the loss is so young and out of order, as it always is for a child, the pain is even more intense.
Remember him with joy
No longer anger
Relieve myself the guilt
Powerful emotions you have shared David. And such a handsome son.
March 1st comes way too often for me as well.
We are forced to carry on and hold tight to the memories and to the joy.
I hope someday his daughter can read all you have shared about Jeremy and understand the love you have for him...and that she too is deeply loved.
When I first came upon you, the first mention of Jeremy, was only made in a seemingly mystical way, when one was almost made to guess the situation. (The pain too exquisite to bear, as was obvious and so touching and understandable) I'm not sure if you are aware and especially not questioning the amount of pain you are still suffering at his loss and will always, BUT in your most recent mentioning of your son, you are doing it in a
larger, more celebratory manner. I hope with each memory and mention to your friends, of your beautiful son, you will somehow continue to be comforted in realizing how much you and Jaimie are loved and how much each of us wish to aid in some way in lessening your anguish.
This is one of those very important times in life when friendship seems not enough, in light of how your friends wish they could help take ALL the the pain away.
Oh! For the power to do that dear David.....
Gather has helped me measurably. It is only here I can voice my inner feeling without being judged and know that my friend will support my words.
Thank you, Friend Barbara.
A beautiful tribute...
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