March 27, 2007

  • New Poem: “Mortality”


    Poetry by Michael Nyiri
    3/27/07 7:28am pdt


    We only experience the pain of loss
    The dead cannot console us with their presence
    We don’t claim to understand
    No amount of care or grief can eradicate the
    final fact of life.

    We pray,
    We shed tears of sadness
    We embrace the memories of fullness
    which existed along with the lives of
    our deceased

    Impermanence is permanent
    Surprise and shock reign supreme
    Sadness, eloquence,
    Memory, sustenance
    Simple plans gone awry too often

    As the physical body ages,
    and as the sands of time
    fall through the glass
    ever faster
    and more erratic
    loss becomes normalcy

    The longer one’s life exists,
    the more apt other lives are
    to cease this existence,
    until loss,
    although never mundane or routine
    seems somewhat normal
    as others who lived
    now do not.

    When the rapid amount of loss
    weighs heavy on the soul,
    grief turns to questioning again
    Even after decades of knowledge
    display to the living that mortality
    severs the cords of
    both the most righteous
    and the most callous
    Nothing prepares this life
    for the loss of another.

    And surely nothing prepares this life
    for the succeeding loss of yet
    and yet another.

    But time is not cognizant of mortality’s blade,
    and memory will soon become all that is
    left of another life, now deceased
    until memory dies
    and mortality appears on the doorstep
    with hat in hand

    The reaper is not a grim figure
    but a sullen sad and lonely cipher
    suddenly showing up to declare
    our mortality survives
    even as our lives are eradicated

    BEHIND THE POETRY: On March 8th, a coworker received news from the highway patrol that his brother was killed in a motorcycle accident on the freeway. He’d heard the news that there had been a wreck on the radio while driving to work, but didn’t know it was his brother until an officer at the scene called him on his cellphone from the phone number found on his brother’s corpse. His brother was 50.
    On March 20th, one of my technicians, whom I hired about 8 years ago, passed away after having recently been in the hospital. I just attended his funeral this past Saturday.
    This morning, I received an email from one of my best friends, with the subject: “It’s been a rough year.” He supplied a link to a web article. Both his parents died on Jan. 31st.  “The couple was found deceased after being stranded in the wilderness in Sierra County CA when on a routine Sunday drive.”
    My friend also used to work at the same place I do. Condolences are fitting, and everyone dies sooner or later. But it’s still a shock to the system. MFN

Comments (14)

  • a poet said that death makes everyone equal and shows no prejudice to all. sorry for your loss. i have had a few loved ones die may your friend rest in peace *hugs

  • The book I’ve been reading of late, ‘George and Arthur’ discusses the idea of death at length throughout the book. It amazes me how people may have so many different beliefs regarding the event itself, and whatever may follow, but everyone is affected. Death may be expected, but never really anticipated. Sorry to hear about your friend’s losses.

  • Life, and memories, and then we know not what.  Shining hope to keep the ability to appreciate each precious moment.  My mom died a year ago, I see what you are saying, thx for sharing your thoughts.

  • I am elated for the poetry.
    I am sad for your losses.
    I am touched by your words
    As always.


  • This is a good poem, but it seems more heartfelt and less distantly beautiful than others, if that makes any sense (and is flattering). At first I was afraid that maybe something had happened to Cancer Boy. Thanks for sharing this, as always.

  • :goodjob: Thanks for sharing your thoughts poetically. I saw your comment to Pray14me and wanted to greet you again. Glad I did. I like Dwight Yoakum, too.

    North Texas Irish Fest, Dallas and St. Patrick’s Day activities are over and this month will be soon, giving me a bit more time for checking blog sites, commenting and working on my own. :)

    We do understand that everyone has to die sometime, but it doesn’t make it easier to lose those around us. Grief is a natural response to any loss, and most especially for losing someone close. Also, methinks some sadness is rooted in the reminder of our own mortality — no matter what our belief system is.

    ~~Cheers, Donna :sunny: 

  • They mean well in their condoleces
    when a friend finds eternity
    they can soothe our pain for a little while
    but they can never take our mortality.

    Wonderful poem, Mike, from the heart, to the soul.

  • It is easy to be calloused as you get older. Part of the experience of life is death, without death there can be no rebirth. Being sensitive is both a boom and a pain, it goes with the territory of being human.

    Sometimes we wonder if we should participate in the ceremonies of funerals. But we have to realize part of the celebration of birthdays, aniversaries, marriages and festivals is what makes us a community person, to only select a few of these rituals make us less community oriented.

    “And surely nothing prepares this life
    for the succeeding loss of yet
    and yet another”

    So true, so true…

  • hey … how is going? haven’t spoke to you for a while

  • Mike

    Haven’t been around as my laptop wouldn’t access your site.  It finally died.  Will be getting a new one next week and will be back in force.  Have missed your site and the Island.  Will try to blog about the latest topic if it gets in on Monday as promised.  Have been trying to read your site when I could get by the library and use theirs but they won’t always pull it up.  All the little things that make your site so special also make it hard to access from a crappy pc. lol   This poem touched my heart as always.  Hope that you are doing well .  I am so sorry for the losses.  Sounds like a really tough time in your life.  Know that I am thinking of you as always.


  • Yes, it is–a shock to the system. But I don’t understand why we get so upset about it. That’s not true. I do understand. We get upset because we don’t know what is to follow. But even people who have tremendous faith become saddened. Oh who knows. All I know is that when I hear or know of people that die in tragedy, I become physically ill. So I try not to absorb it too much. You know how some people sob at movies? Well that’s me. Imagine how a movie sobber deals with tragic reality. If I’m in the midst of an emergency, I am very calm and handle it well, but if I am an onlooker, it hits me in the gut.

    I can’t imagine how emergency workers deal with finding people.

  • how horrible.

    Those pictures of marilyn show up HUGE when I hit the “photos” tab on my own page to view everyone’s pictures!

  • :wave: Thanks for visiting me again! RYC: Getting eviction notice – what a bummer! :( Sorry to hear that. I hope you won’t have any problem getting another suitable place.

    Now that I’ve wrapped up March and done April Fools’ post, probably will not do any more until Easter. Because you’ve posted your poem, I may get inspired to post one I wrote several years ago for Easter. :sunny:

    Have a grand day and week.

    ~~Cheers, Donna :)

  • I think the pain of loss is the worst. It is the one thing we can all count on, and yet the very fact that we are alive seems to make it so hard to face. Sorry to hear about all the loss around you.

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