What I feel about you
By words cannot be caught,
Because I was closer to you
Than the word is to the thought,
Than the hand is to the glove,
Than muscle is to skin.
One blood, one love …
For ever flowing out
And flowing in.
Poem for Sean 2 … Twelve Weeks On
Filed under Death, Philosophy of life, Poems
The road to God knows where ... Brendan O'Brien 
Your plain language conveys a part of what words cannot catch. But you are not speaking to a reader, you are speaking to yourself.
Thank you for trusting your readers with this poem.
Thank you, Cymbeline. I was watching The Kite Runner on TV last night – an emotional film, and a very good one, I thought – and composing this in my head at the same time.
I think that you have misunderstood what I meant.
Sorry if I have. The bit about the film wasn’t relevant to your comment; I was just babbling on.
I see now.
Your poem is unadorned and true, and it makes me cry.
Good evening , Brendan .. the brevity of your beautiful poem speaks powerfully …. it is pain condensed.
I feel privileged that you shared these thoughts.
Marya x
Hello Marya … many thanks for the kind words. I hope you’re well.
Hello Brendan … Yes, thank you, I am well. I hope that you, Pauline and Susanna are well too.
I’ve been a Cornish tour guide for my relatives who arrived from Oz recently 🙂
Of course! You did mention that.
We’re doing pretty well, thanks, Marya.
That’s good to hear,Brendan, .. you are all in my thoughts and prayers.
Marya x
Beautiful, Brendan. Have it carved in stone somewhere people can read it and know how much Sean was loved.
Hello Jan … thanks very much for the kind words. I was quite pleased with this effort – short and to the point, I think. There is always the difficulty of trying to say things that can’t really be said.
I hope you’re keeping well.
Thank you, I’m fine. 🙂 You touched these people here with your words. Can’t do better than that.
Thanks, Jan. 🙂