This Last Journey Into Darkness Comments
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I am beginning this last journey
with a heart that is heavy
and a heart that is full of fear
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I cannot write about this poem because it is too Beautiful Bravo!
LeeAnn, so far so good with God at the helm---thank you for reading this one
Robert~~~~Robert, thank you so much for reading my poems and liking them! ! !
Cont..... A hope that we will go to that place where there is no iota of fear. Beautifully crafted and well executed write. Onto my Poem List.
Thank you, dear Rose Marie, for delving so deep and for putting it on your poem list
A great poem so vividly portrayed. Deeply poignant and moving. A powerful write that delve brilliantly into the sufferings of someone who is afflicted by dementia. The title and the four stanzas present a gripping picture of state of fear.. I could really feel the imminent danger to lose oneself. But the uplifting words in the ultimate stanza eliminate this fear by giving us hope.
I am - as a writer- -glad this affected you so poignantly and painfully. I wanted the reader to feel this poem and you did which does not surprise me because you have always shown an empathetic side to your character which a writer and a reader needs in abundance to write and read as excellently as you do!
There comes a time when the writer can write no more and the poet must put down the pen. Wow! Susan let us write and do all that we can to delay that time and produce our best. Simply inspirational and motivational! It reads even better the second time!
Indeed... a lover of literature never stops writing until the hand cannot hold the pen and letters are meaningless scribbles. Thank you for finding good things to say about this poem
Oh to be in the land of light and love. Such a supreme wake up call that brings into focus the reality of our mortality is such a rich and refreshing way. Well done my friend!
We are definitely mortal and our brain is an organ as susceptible to decay and disease as our heart or liver or kidney- -though we get attached to this earth we are so fortunate it is not or final destination
Who says death will come and I shall die, I am a river, I'll become a part of the ocean again, Ocean! from where I arose as clouds, with my lightning and thunders I rained on the land, I have performed my job and now let me sleep in the arms of my mother. But rest assure I shall rise again as the clouds.
Death will come but this is the darkness of another kind of death, my friend
Hi Susie, I had sent you a few messages on my Malayalam translation of this poem. Now that I have posted it on ph, you may ignore them.............
Oh, no! ! ! I have completely forgot to check my mail! ! ! ! I can't even remember when I last checked my messages... I shall try to dedicate tomorrow to reading and responding to messages... especially the ones ny my dear friend Unikrishnam... I sign off now, hanging my head in shame
My dear, dear friend Susan, you made me cry with this poem. Dementia is a state of mind that is like falling into a deep pit of darkness from where there is no return. The patient loses all sense of direction. Fear is the major factor that torments with misery. But through this poem you have expressed an onward journey of hope, light and love which makes this journey, unbelievably, a journey of a positive change into a realm of happiness. Wonderful poem Susan.10+++++++
Geeta, I wish we lived within visiting distance! Your heart and soul are so full of compassion and love for your fellow mankind- -plus you read deep and delve even deeper into the poems you comment on for which we all are grateful for! Thank you for digging deep and planting some starry-eyed 10's on this.
a very sad poem about the worry and then ultimately physical loss of one's own identity....................thoughtfully well written Susan.
Thank you for reading this piece and commenting on it, Tom. The words spilled out, I just lined them up
Wow... Susan, there's a sway rhythm of dance in this poem and the ending was so beautiful. Yes, the dread that comes across ones mind sometimes could be somewhat unbearable but oh how wonderful to think......... - - - - - -and my mind will no longer be in tatters I will be in the land of light and love . and I will be whole- - - - - - - Amen! ! !
Jeanette, thank you so much for reading with a sensitive heart and commenting so adroitly.!
Susan, an excellent write capturing the feeling of someone who is experiencing the sad fate of dementia and it's journey. I had an Aunt that went through this and lost herself and we lost her too! We almost through you were going through it which tells me what a talented poet you are to be able to write this way! 10!
Flower- I like the sound of your nom de plume [my spelling is so questionable here]. It is a tragedy that so many families in the world are discovering the effects of this slow devastating mind-stealing death of a loved one. Thank you for your commendation and the 10, Flower. I do like a name that makes me smile the moment I read it!
Susan, I’m glad to read the note to this poem. Once before I made the mistake of assuming you were writing about yourself when you weren’t. (Since I am incapable of writing fiction, my mind doesn’t think that way.) In the measured diction and movement of this poem (perfect when I think of one trying to hold on to memory and rationality) , you portray well what must be a scary descent. I remember watching a film about a British writer, a woman, this happened to. -Glen
Thank you, Glen. I suppose in many ways what we write is in someway autobiographical- if it happens to others we ingest it and it becomes part of us. Imagination supplies the rest. Thank you for hoping this was not about me, I hope so too.
A poignant write that touches the core of the heart. Beautiful poem Susan. Stay blessed.
Thank you, Geeta, for reading and commenting. I love that word poignant- it has such a warmth and depth about it- -love a person with a well-stocked palette for a vocabulary. Stay blessed yourself, my friend!
You were able to describe and make us feel the last journey as, I think no one has been able to do before! With deepest feeling and sincerity and unprecedented beauty.
Thank you, Sandra my steadfast friend. Readers with big hearts read and react emotionally to poetry about the condition of a person's journey through life- I know that heart of yours does. God bless you, girl
And you will fear No more, Only those left here will suffer For they will have lost your Soul.
True- -no more fear for the sufferer.... but I think I would die wanting to know What Happens Next- -it is the question I hung over my computer to remind me when writing my novels to be guided by that question- -keeps me from wandering off down some alluring side-road to smell the flowers
Wow! ! ! ! ! Oh So Heart Touching! ! ! ! ! Completely Drawing The Reader Into The Feel With Such Heart Touching! ! ! ! ! Emotions And Words Here! ! ! ! ! Very Sad And Heart Breaking Experiences! ! ! ! ! But, Agree With Unnikrishnan, Being There With Them..., as mentioned in part 2... Thank You Ever So Much For Sharing This! ! ! ! ! Can't Put Numbers On Such.....
Thank you for your response to this poem, friend Becca. I too have occasionally met poems that it just doesn't feel comfortable to grade them because of the sensitivity of the topic. Your comments let me know I touched your heart which was my aim
Hi Susie, A very powerful and compassionate write. Wonderfully observant. Dementia is a state where many of the older people end up. I have had some close relatives passing through this stage. I have tried to be with closer with them at this stage. And have personally understood their angst, anger and agonies in not being able to recognize a close one. Sons, daughters, grandchildren, even the spouse. A visitor! It can only be imagined. (contd)
My Father began to recognize he had a problem but it confused him. He was not about to be restrained from driving for the first few years and then we had to get a bit bossy about it for safety reasons. My Father recognized my Mother to the end and me as well. We were fortunate in rgat respect.
(part 2) Whenever, I was identified as a different person by them and they start to talk about something I am not acquainted with, I used to try not to correct them, but just try to maintain the conversation. Thought that a willing listener will be great comfort, consolation for them. May be I am wrong. Great powerful write. Congrats. A 100++ and onto mypoem for a re....
We dealt with my Father from the loving heart. I think you did too and it is all we can do until we know more about this horrid disease. My husband often understood him better than I and my Mother and we were comforted that he did so for most of Dad's journey which was cut short by pneumonia Thank you for your words and the multitude of 10's.
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7/20/2025 5:17:58 AM # 1.0.0
Superb piece.......thank u dear poetess.
Thank you for reading, Anjandev