Elegy For Isa Comments
My sighs are deeper than the dark wind's moan,
For now I am alone, am now alone
Knowing that you will not be here
Next day, next week, next year.
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title is elegy and how could you say it is ballad. you are expressing thoughts about Isa and shapes it is as ballad. think and reply.
Thank you, James. I must read your poems and I shall over the next few days.
Tom, the elegant beauty that wells up from your writing enriches all who have the privilege to read it. We are all blessed to share with you the keenness of your vision and the artistry of your heart. Even in the depth of your loss you communicate to us to hold a bit tighter those whom we love, to appreciate more deeply every moment of blessing we share. You draw us together in the shared valleys of our human experience, and you give us the opportunity to wonder at the beauty of your love; a wonderful tribute indeed. Thank you for sharing the beauty of your art and your life with us. Seamus
That's very kind of you, Seamus. I think the past few days I have done little apart from write this poem. After the initial shock there comes the realisation that your loved one will not return and this is the beginning of true grief. I'm not really a depressive type but I think yesterday I found out how people with depressive tendencies feel. A complete lethargy overtook me. I now feel guilty as I have not spent enough time reading the best poets on the site including yourself and I need to get back to reading. At least I was re-reading the Tempest and that line a sea change rich and strange sparked an idea. So I might get back to writing again very soon!
Though it is not as good as having her mischievous self there making you laugh, you are blessed by memories of her and you have blessed us by telling us the things she said and did. We thank you for your poetry and we pray your grief never overwhelms the shining love you shared because it is still there in your heart.. We all love you, Tom, and we're here for you whenever you need an ear... or a smile. Be well, my friend.
It's a great help to have you and Pam and the others to talk to and I shall keep contact with you all. Her best school friend wrote to me the other day and reminded me of one of Isa's bits of nischief. During a history lesson, whilst her teacher was distracted she crept out of a window and hid on the balcony outside for the rest of the lesson. The teacher wondered where she had gone but none of the girls let on. We once passed a long piece of rope right round the classroom without our Latin master noticing but this seems pretty amateurism compared to some of her exploits!
Beautifully written just like Isa. I thought about you over this holiday and how blessed you were to have such a wonderful marriage. Thanks for sharing your poetry with us. All the best...XOXO.
Thanks, Pam. I had a very nice letter the other day from her best friend from her Schooldays. She lost her husband about two years ago and she found it very tough at first but was advised that the best way to honour his memory was to become more involved in the community. I think it's good advice and for one thing I shall stay with PH because of you and Wes and Annette and Judith and all the other kind people I have had the pleasure of meeting on the site.
Tom this is absolutely beautiful and you were both blessed to have found each other and your loving memory of your togetherness Your in my thoughts Tom x
Dear Annette, She has left me with so many happy memories. It is also great to have you and my other friends on PH. Do keep in touch. this week I shall make a bog effort to catch up on reading all your recent poems. A Happy new year.
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10/22/2025 7:33:48 AM # 1.0.0
Hi Bharat, I must confess about being lazy in my descriptions of a poem's form. You are quite right to point this out. Maybe because we had such a great marriage (just short of fifty years) I kind of thought of it as a continuous ballade. She sang a lot (not very well) mainly in French. Her favourite tune was Ma Normandie. Her French accent was pretty good as it happens. I miss her a lot.